The Coldest Freddie Gibbs (Ft. BJ the Chicago Kid)

[Intro]
Ah, nigga still don't get it
Yeah, bitch, i'm ten toes in it
Fo' sho, G.I
Fo' sho, Gibbs, baby
Shut, baby

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Bitch I'm ten toes in it
Not a fake a facade or a cloned image
Got into rap same way I jumped in the streets
With my own spinach
Tryin' to get straight up off this shit just so I can go on livin'
No song spinnin' so I resort to this zone flippin'
Something must be wrong wit em, he takin' this shit for granted
Try to write up in the house with no lights, you'll understand it
I can't teach ya how to dougie
But I can teach ya bout this thuggin'
Keepin' it thorough, keep your mouth closed, nigga
Keep it one-hundred
Keep yo hand up out my goddamn pocket
And keep it pushin'
Keep the reefer keep the white
Keep the soft and just keep it cookin'
But keep in mind that any given day you can die for this
As I bag this dope I'm prayin' one day that I could just
Make an honest piece of change, prolly change the way I live
MJ fadeaway, I'm something niggas can't defend
Gangsta Gibbs, fresh out the fridge, forty below flow
No introduction needed, cause niggas already know so
The coldest, nigga