Straight Ballin’ Freddie Gibbs

[Intro]
Yeah, nigga
Yo, motherfuckers better know
G.I.'s finest in the motherfuckin' building
Midwest to do it
Ga–Gangsta Gibbs, nigga
Let's get it, a'ight
219, what up?
'Bout to let these motherfuckers know
Yeah, yo

[Verse 1]
I'm up before the sunrise, first they hit the block
Pocket full of weed, sellin' dimes at the bus stop
Learn to throw them thangs; give my skinny little ass [?]
And niggas laugh till the first mothefucker got blasted
I put the nigga in his casket, now they coverin' the bastard in plastic
I smoke a half-an-ounce a day, I stay burnin' the hay
Never knew that one day I'll be on the corner slangin' yay yay
Chased by the Five-O, fuck them hoes
In my city, man, it's all about survival
We gotta get up and get it, cook it, bag it and flip it
And we [?] if the pigs ever play us a visit
If you lookin' for that product, then I'm open for business
And I can get you what you need if yo [?] sufficient
They say: "How do you survive on the block tryna grind it?"
G.I. where the young niggas die, tell momma don't cry
Even when they kill me, they can never take the game from a real G
I'm straight ballin'