Freddie Gibbs - Extradite lyrics
rate me(Prod. by Mikhail & Speakerbomb)
Ft. Black Thought
(Intro)
The devil is a motherfuckin' liar
Straight kill 'em
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here we come though
(Verse: Freddie Gibbs)
Took his order then I served his quarter like five nickels
Man, I'll stay on point like icicle
Niggas can't decode, or figure my rhyme riddles
Took my money to the source and said fuck the man in the middle
Talkin' hard, soft, heroin, green, that's what we had boy
Erica was the bag lady, I was the bag boy
Option was that minimum wage, live in a cage
Buildin' a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves
In this new age, dude's wage is fugaze
I'm the whole gallon and half pint like school days
I been killin' 'em since Kool Moe Dee, Ra, Cool, Face
Zero dollars, Zero tolerance, lettin' that tool bang nigga
(Hook: Freddie Gibbs)
Yeah, nigga
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day
And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly
And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
(Verse 2: Black Thought)
I used to lay in bed starin' at the ceilin' fan
Feelin' cramps, wishin' I could get a killer gram
Tryna understand why I want to kill a man
With high hopes like rubber tree, plants, and ants
We cheat death with each breath
The only one who make it last foreva is Keith Sweat
Ya eva see a body lyin' dead in the streets yet
Then eat breakfast?
Swallow forced beliefs like police justice
If my city is like urs then cereal scratch
Fingerprints is wiped off
If people seem to always have sumethin' to fight for
But still end up in the state pen or the psych ward
It's lights off
They catch so many casualties it's like war
That's why I don't believe in the hype y'all
The devil talkin' bout he want to extradite y'all
Now I'm the nigga they shinin' the search light for
(Hook)
(Interlude)
Here we come now, here we come now
Yeah, freestyle nigga
(Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs)
Homie showed me a 9 milli and 9 nickel
Man, I'll stay on point like icicle
Say ya got that yola, yo fishscale lookin' fickle
They like Jordans out of the gas station, they ain't official
I got thousand dollar jeans on my ass cheek
Cousin got her lights and her gas cut last week
How that make me look if I don't help her get up on 'er feet?
She keep a different nigga, now she end up pregnant every week
I pray ya take these devils out our life, lord, that's our vice, lord
Baby mama's come with the drama, made her my wife lord
Hope ya see I'm trying to do right, lord
Shake 'em up and blowin' the dice, I pray the price, lord
(Hook)
(Verse 4: Black Thought)
Yo, my memoirs are like the Anarchist's Cookbook
Meets the time, fall, spring, summer look book
Sum' people want to see me hanging from a good hook
Instead I hang with a language and slang in the anguish
And pain fit as well, cuz it came with us
After all these years carrying this shame with us
Now the entire planet is going insane with us
Seven year old kids carrying flame spitters
Fortified fences, mortify senses
Crossfire miss my lil daughter by inches
Chemical dependence, medical expenses
But no amount of money on earth can buy vengeance
Writing a life sentence, sirens fire engines
Tyrants seen through the eyes of the wide lenses
Censors crimes, cuz sum' of us want to drive Benzes
But are ya tryna ride with us, or against us?
(Outro: Louis Farrakhan)
As long as they kill us
And go to Wendy’s and have a burger and go to sleep
They gon' keep killing us
But when we die and they die
Then soon we gon' sit at a table, and talk about it, retired
We want sum' of this earth
Or we'll this goddamn country apart!
Assalamualaikum!
