Scottie Pippens (feat. Freddie Gibbs)

Showin' no signs of letting up

Still kick you in the head like I think

You on the verge of gettin' up

No mercy, Cobra Kai, Cobra Commander

Deadly venom-spittin', niggas just a salamander

I'm livin' the life worthy of capturing on camera, documented

How one of the last lives ones did it

How I rolled up in the drop, how I rolled up that sticky

How I rolled with the women, elegant player, no simpin'

How I fucked them to sleep

How I rolled up out the building when I was finished

Keep it G, them niggas not original

They in a motherfuckin' house of mirrors

Not quite the image

I'm on that Popeye spinach

Mama mai-tai sippin', she loves a square nigga

But now she tryin' somethin' different

Windy City Bulls Mitchell & Ness wool jackets

Some sweats and Scottie Pippens

My description, high off that fuzzy green prescription

Lyin' if I sayin' that I isn't

If you lookin' for that nigga: I is him

All eyes in this direction, a burden and a blessing

Reporting live from the devil's palace

Breakfast, had two titties, two blunts and a turkey bacon sandwich

Two seasoned eggs and grape jelly

My hoes stay ready pop that pussy

Then pulled off in my Pontiac on Pirellis, '82 edition

Spotless Bonnie squattin' on sixes

Rather be countin' stacks than stuck in the county

Washin' the dishes or washin' drawers in the pen

Got two zones of soft and some Hen'

I had go pay the correct correctional officer to walk 'em in

Bail money on deck come at my neck

Bless that boy cause that same place him test is where he slept

I issue eternal rest, sign up and be a subscriber

The price of life got so high that I must make sure I stay higher

Stay with the purp out of pizo stay smackin' these geekers needles

Stay runnin' the rock just like I play quarterback for the Eagles

Randall, Donovan, to Michael

'Fore I picked up this mic I was hittin' licks with some Lords

And did dirt with plenty disciples

I'm gang-bangin' affiliated, federal investigated

Self-educated all my co-conspirators catchin' cases

I dropped straight outta college and I majored in home invasion

Believe I got the balls to clear up all of my altercations

Leave faces with alterations, the closed casket console

Tryna make a million dollars, fuck a million downloads

But if that equal the same, snatch it up and give me my change

I made a lane up in this game so niggas goin' remember the name

Gangsta Gibbs ho, two bitches cooking in the crib ho

Still push a bucket, but I ride it like a Benz ho

Tryna find a bridge ho, to slangin' raps, from slangin' weight

Said the Fred the new age Brad, bitch just call me baby face

Killa