Freddie Gibbs Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #087

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[Verse: Freddie Gibbs] Type of nigga cook the birdie for breakfast and throw the fin up Don't fuck with Maserati and Lexus I pull the Benz out My mama birthday comin' I might just get her the Benz truck I cut off all my motherfucking losses and put a win up Kicking like karate that china white in the blender Send that shit to Michigan city and tear the pen up Mama said the federal prison where I would end up Attorney like 600 a hour just to defend us Like "my God" All a nigga know is southpaw I need a bitch wit' a pretty face, a bank account and a backyard 'Cause now a nigga swipin' black cards 911' black on black' it's a black attack I'm the black God Not a fat nigga' but I been gettin' max cream Addicts linin' up to get injected like a vaccine Chopper on me daily it ain't safe to live a rap dream Niggas poppin' hella rap cap for the rap cream Ye's on my phone, Blaze on my phone, Rule's on my phone' Gang on my phone, Trae's on my phone Lamb put me on, Josh put me on' Tunechi put me on, Gazi put me on, God put me on Now I can sit back in my mansion nigga blastin' my chef Gettin' it crackin' I'm sippin' 'gnac with a bitch or two Cocaine class in my rap, pocket residuals Rap game easy the trap, game was difficult House came with cameras and choppers, I got it nigga proof VVS's all in my neck, sets invisible I done took this shit from the triple beam to the digital Yayo 'bout to come out like mayo, whippin' that miracle Paper over pussy and power, boy that's the principle Powder party bachelor pad, bring some bitches through I done took this shit from the triple beam to the digital Yayo 'bout to come out like mayo, whippin' that miracle Kill that shit and let it breath bitch Youngins 'bout to slide, send emojis with the skis bitch Real king of the streets shit Got three books for the 20 Westbrook, rest in peace, Nip Real king of the street shit The marathon ain't never stopped, you put these niggas on they feet, crip I swear this shit it got the street sick The last supper you might get it from some niggas that you eat wit' Cocaine, whole thang Freddie Corleone Soprano my whole name Forgiatos on a pick up, I'm dogging the whole lane All is well to the Lord just Stones and Folks, man Got some niggas that ain't never gon' talk on the phone man Peace to Charlie Mike, I'm thuggin' until you get home man Forgiatos on a pick up, I'm dogging the whole lane All is well to the Lord just Stones and Folks, man, it ain't no game Finball Uh, best rapper alive nigga It ain't no game