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Freddie Gibbs - Decoded (Lyrics)

Momma said there would be days like this
Where the police was gon' raid like this
Knew this shit was in my veins like this
Nigga, fuck it, I get paid like this

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Freddie Gibbs - Decoded (Lyrics)

Momma said there would be days like this
Where the police was gon' raid like this
Knew this shit was in my veins like this
Nigga, fuck it, I get paid like this
Momma said there would be days like this
Where 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)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Shit get wet, uh, triple threat, uh
Devil in the flesh walking in Triple S, uh
Bullet with the [?] to go through the vests, uh


1990 [?] fuck a test
My Uncle Sam sold me them yams, government issued grams
Grandma got her taxes back, I can trap out the
Cooking dope to Gregory and Luther, that was a nigga jam
Bitch, ain't nothing better than love, go get it from your man
Iced out [?] where my heart used to be
I smoke a nigga then show up while they reading his eulogy
I blew my first million on cars, drugs, bitches and jewelry
I rent a section, [?] my connection [?]
Call in your casino, Freddie Tarantino
They do me like Benny Blanco [?]
In Vegas I sold a kilo in a suit [?]
I often eat with them people that'd kidnap your people


[Verse 2: Scarface]
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 up in prison, living
Is it how it's supposed to be? Shows to be
[?] dope game and I sold a key to an undercover
Low-down motherfucker got me
Ducking indictments, paying the prices 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 in [?] lyric
You hear me?

[Interlude: Scarface]
It's like we failed all the youngsters, man. It's like we're
Not giving the youngsters that game no more, man. That shit that they could live by. That shit they can, you know, music to drive by. You feel me? Like, like, like my nigga, these little youngsters walk around this bitch like they bulletproof, man. Come on, dog. Wake the fuck up, man. Don't you know a motherfucker would knock your head off if they hear you with that bullshit. Quit playing, dog. Straight up

[Outro Skit]
Soul Sold Separately
Triple S in-room dining and delicacies, how may I be of service to you?



[Voicemail]
[?], Lambo. It's Julian, man. Yo, you guys gotta turn this fuckin' album in, man. It's been three years. Freddie has himself hold 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 want to lose my job because of this. Love you guys but I got two kids in private school. And by the way, [?], put the wings down. Fuckin' room service is not recoupable. (Recoupable. Recoupable. Recoupable.)