Piñata Freddie Gibbs & Madlib (Ft. Casey Veggies, Domo Genesis, G-Wiz, Mac Miller, Meechy Darko & Sulaiman)

[Produced by Madlib]

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Live like 9-5, I rhyme and come alive
My grind divides fine through my divine eyes
It's primetime, you wish you could buy time but it's my time
Thoughts against I, blasphemy, it's like a vice crime
I roll 'em thick and I ignite mines
I don't even get high, I just get equally back in my right mind
I'm getting lethal with these nice lines, creeping through your speakers
Catch you sleeping like a thief off in the nighttime
Young Doms, none of you niggas correspond, bitch
Kick the fuck out of the track on some Jean-Claude shit
Get the fuck out of the streets, nigga, I bomb shit
Shit ain't all good no more, y'all on your con shit
Fuck is your conscience? Testing me is nonsense
The whole city is mine, I'm the best off in my conference
Ain't feeling me? Fine, ain't gotta listen to my shit
You can hear about me from the critics all on my dick

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Bitch, I've been thuggin' since the motherfuckin' ten-speed
Redbone on my handlebars, I like my bitches mixed-breed
Fill a Philly Titan with a twenty sack of stress weed
Educated, at the stove I'm working recipes
Reputation say I'm robbin' just for recreation
Revive my enemy with gun-to-mouth resuscitation
Can't wait 'til this little pussy nigga pay me, I'm impatient
Let's go kick in the door and strip 'em naked, leave 'em stinking
No witness, no weapon, my nigga, the case is over
The reaper snatched him, closed-casket, his family need some closure
And Moses had ten commandments, Huey had ten points
Won't see my homie for ten, dropped him off at the joint
Staring at my future in my rear-view
Family cried some tears, I got some years, it ain't no issue
Mama where the tissue? Saw her breaking down, she just might cry a river
Murder one, she can't believe she raised that type of nigga