Insecurities Freddie Gibbs

[Produced by Frank Dukes & Kaytranada]

[Intro]
Nigga pick up the phone, nigga
I just got back from back from Australia
You woulda loved this shit, it was hella hoes, nigga
Hella bitches, I stacked my bread up though, nigga
I think I'mma get this ring for Erica though, my nigga
Yeah, I think she the one
I want you to be the best man and shit my nigga, for real
Hit me when you get back my nigga
Tell the streets I've been down for a minute
Chop it up and let my real niggas finish
Had the kitchen or the stove, pockets on swole
Choppin' up them O's, I was gettin' it on the road

[Hook]
I was ready for whatever, mane
I remember I was sellin' things
I let it go, I let it go
Said I was ready for whatever, mane
With some niggas, they don't ever change
I let it go, I let it go

[Verse 1]
Yeah, Cadillacs, Impalas, nigga we ride Vogues
This for you pussy ass niggas and you weak ass hoes
I candy coat it, triple dip it, nigga, three times gold
Dippin' through traffic, smoking dope like I don't see 5-0
License suspended, I was livin' ignorant
Careful blocking, pop some shots just to impress my niggas
Insecure about my looks, wouldn't pop it with the bitches
Rob and stole for diamond jewels, I thought I needed attention
Why I was starvin' for attention? All she want is my attention
All I wanna do is smoke and fuck her, thug it out and keep shit undercover
Told myself that I would never love her
But I cuss her out, blow up her phone and get mad if another nigga touch her
Insecure and in my motherfuckin' feelings
Thought that I was chasin' money, I was chasin' bitches
But when the Lord gave me my daughter, helped me paint the picture
Man all the shit I did, I'm blessed the streets ain't take a nigga
Nigga I stay