Freddie Gordy Songtext
von Freddie Gibbs

Yeah, for sure nigga
We came from nothing nigga, from shit nigga
For real

Dolo and the pour up
Got me tore up from the floor up
Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up
All the real niggas know us
Back in ′09, me and Lam, we was looking for a way out
But ain't nobody wanna show us
Riding ′round, selling blow, shotgun doors out his Volvo
Must have sowed a whole O up

And you stuck it out with me, I love you like a brother
If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have a record deal or nothing
I know you hate the fact that I′m so loyal to my street affiliation
But my niggas need a pack? I′m out here thuggin'
Willie and Diego need a pack? I′m out here thuggin'
My nigga Butter, hit me for a pack, I′m out here thuggin'
And now the DEA, they checking on me when I′m getting on a plane
Double life, it got me ducking under covers


I just wanna be legit man, shit man
And every time I touch a dope, I say that this gon' be my last flip man
I got a shorty that's willing to sell it for me
She my lover, my homie, the devil cursed me with a pimp hand
I hope my daughter never lives this type of lifestyle
Creeping under streetlights as a night child
My uncle still can′t put the liquor or the pipe down
Meanwhile, I′m in this kitchen, whipping up the white gal

Plus, I got addictions of my own, boy
The pills into laced blunts got me gone, boy
The Oxycontin and heavy syrup got me looking in the mirror saying
"Is you a dope fiend or a dope boy?"
Smoking on some shit that I can't pass to a nigga
Eyes shiny than a bitch, glass to a nigga
Down to kick in the door with .44 Mags to a nigga
Got some habits I pray that I never pass to a nigga

All about the dollar signs, fuck the sympathy
And fuck police, ′cause they killing you and killing me
Slanging and banging, my paper stay getting fatter
So do Black lives matter when you're about to kill your enemy?
I need to know it, drop that paper, boy, don′t be heroic
You'll get a trip to see your Jesus if you′re reaching for it
A real solid street nigga, never been extorted
You pussy niggas shouldn't be living, should have been aborted


It's Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy
Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40
I bet my niggas kill the witness if I get reported
The shit I spit is so realistic, shouldn′t be recorded

It′s Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy
Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40
I bet my niggas kill the witness if I get reported
The shit I spit is so realistic, shouldn't be recorded, nigga shouldn′t be recorded

Dolo and the pour up
Got me tore up from the floor up
Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up
All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us

Dolo and the pour up
Got me tore up from the floor up
Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up
All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us
Yeah
All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us

(Dolo and the pour up)
(Dolo and the-, dolo and the pour up)
(Got me tore up from the floor up)
(Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up)
(All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us)

(Dolo and the pour up)
(Got me tore up from the floor up)
(Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up)
(All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us)

(Dolo and the pour up)
(Got me tore up from the floor up)
(Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up)
(All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us)

(Dolo and the pour up)