Letra de CIA - Freddie Gibbs

Let's not waste no motherfuckin' time (Aw, yeah)

Check, check (Yeah, yeah)

Mic' check, check, check

You know what I'm sayin'? This type of shit, bitch

Mic' check, check, check (Yeah)

I put a bow tie on and hard bottoms on for a ho

Bitch, run me my check, check, check, uh (Yeah)

Go pick the bitch up

Yeah, uh, mic' check, check, check

The pussy good, the drink was good

Bitch, I need the check, check, check

Yeah, uh, yeah

I did this album off pages ripped out my diary

Confessions and hard lessons, killers confide in me (Yeah, yeah)

I hit up Deuce around D'USSÉ and 'migo slide with me (Yeah)

Need my money back, you can't never YK Osiris me (Hahaha)

Did it all, extortions to the bribery (Yeah)

Banned from Instagram, still makin' millions, they can't silence me (Nah)

Ex had set me up, her brother robbed me 'round 2003 (Bitch)

Tryna get some pussy bumpin' Jagged Edge – "I Gotta Be"

I'm tryna be too legit to quit, just hit a lick and served two in a split (Yeah)

Four ways, whole things, no way I die of old age

Don't stunt around your homies 'less them niggas'll make they own lane

And if they can't, they knock you out the box, man, it's a cold game

Shortage on the dope, now this fetty fundin' the campaign

Servin' Big Rabbit rosé, Big Rabbit champagne

Freshmen cover, everybody had they deal except for Kane

Ashamed 'cause I still sell crack and I'm in the rap game

Afraid 'cause I still sell crack and I'm in the rap game

Shot him, but that fuck nigga made it, I'm on my last days

Youngins doin' murder for clout and they post it on they page

CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram, and AIDS

Brooklyn introduced me to the smack, poison in they veins

Sent it to the West side of the 'Raq, Lord, run my chains

Feel like if we link up and squash the beef, it won't be the same (It ain't gon' be the same, nigga)

Shoutout Will Gates, man, folks and them gave me hella game (Yeah, yeah, hella game)

Kane Train smokin' (Smokin', yeah)

Remember them nights when I was broke, I cried on Erica's shoulder and now my tears frozen

Man, I'm just bein' open

When I made "Fuckin' Up the Count," ain't had no Audemars yet, I was rappin' and hopin' (Yeah)

And if this shit was my last album, then I went out the coldest

If this shit was my last album, at least I rap with Otis

Al took me straight to the Grammys, I wasn't expectin' that (Nah)

Now if they ask you if you from Gary, they got respect for that (They got respect for that)

Afraid 'cause I still sell crack and I'm in the rap game

Shot him, but that fuck nigga made it, I'm on my last days

Youngins doin' murder for clout and they post it on they page

CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram, and AIDS (Yeah, yeah)

Afraid 'cause these devils done infiltrated the rap game

Feel like spendin' time with my children, I'm on my last days (Yeah)

Youngins doin' murder for clout and they post it on they page

CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram, and AIDS

Check, check (Yeah, uh)

Mic' check, check, check (Don't let that clout fuck you up, nigga)

Bitch, mic' check, check, check

Uh, bitch, run me my check, check, check, uh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, uh, mic' check, check, check, bitch

Biggest daily blows to the community, nigga

Crack, AIDS, and Instagram, nigga

CIA

CIA, nigga

Crack, Instagram, and AIDS

Crack, Instagram, and AIDS, man

That's, that's a song

That's what they did to us, man

CIA

That's what we gon' call this ho, "CIA"

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