Letra de Decoded - Freddie Gibbs

(Feat. ["Scarface"])

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Mama said it would be days like this

Knew the police was gon' raid like this

Knew this shit was in my veins like this

Nigga, fuck it, I get paid like this

Mama said that it'd be days like this

Knew the police was gon' raid like this

Knew this shit was in my veins like this (Yeah)

Nigga, fuck it, I get paid like this (Yeah, yeah)

Shit get wet up, triple threat, uh

Devil in the flesh walkin' in Triple S, uh

Bullet with the green tip go through the vest, uh

1990 Testarossa, fuck a Tesla

My Uncle Sam sold me them yams, government issued grams

Grandma got her taxes back, I can trap out the Grand Am

Cooking dope to Gregory and Luther, that was a nigga jam (There's nothing better than love)

Bitch, ain't nothing better than love, go get it from your man

Iced out G where my heart used to be (Bitch)

I smoke a nigga then show up while they reading his eulogy

I blew my first million on cars, drugs, bitches, and jewelry

I run the section now, I love my connection, Chuck Woolery (Chuck Woolery, nigga)

Corleone casino, Freddie Tarantino

They do me like Benny Blanco, then I'll go smoke Carlito (Bitch)

In Vegas, I sold a kilo at a suite in the Rio (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I often eat with them people that'll kidnap your people

I live for the moment, stuck in the minute

In an instance, my vision was showing what I was missing

Damn, I should've listened

Too many homies locked down off in prison, living

Isn't this how it was supposed to be?

Chose to be knee-deep off in this dope game and I sold a ki'

To an undercover, low-down motherfucker got me

Ducking indictments, paying the price is an understatement

I'm ten toes in the pavement

I'd rather die than give a statement

And we don't talk to police, fuck 12, fuck 'em

Let 'em meet me in hell 'cause a cell ain't an option

The streets ain't the only people watching

(Feds on my line, every phone call popping)

I can hear it deep down in my spirit

I'm super careful what I say, a nigga leery

You hear me?

Man, it's like we failed our youngsters, man

It's like we not giving the youngsters that game no more, man

That shit that they can live by

That shit that they can, you know, music to drive by, you feel me?

Like, like, like, my, my nigga

These niggas, these lil' youngsters walkin' around this bitch like they bulletproof, man

Come on, dog, wake the fuck up, man

Don't you know a nigga'll knock your motherfuckin' head off out here with that bullshit?

Quit playing, dog, straight up

Soul Sold Separately

Triple S in-room dining and delicacies, how may I be of service to you?

Norva, Lambo, it's Julian, man

Yo, you guys gotta turn this fuckin' album in, man

It's been three years

Freddie has himself holed up in a fuckin' suite in Vegas

I know he's tryna charge us for that shit

You guys are way overbudget

Yo, listen, I do not wanna lose my job for this

Love you guys, but I got two kids in private school

And by the way, Norva, put the wings down

Fuckin' room service is not recoupable

¿Te encanta la letra de Decoded? ¡Compártela con tus amigos!