Freddie Gordy Lyrics - Shadow Of A Doubt - Freddie Gibbs

Yeah, for sure nigga 

We came from nothing nigga, from shit nigga 

For real 

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Dolo and the pour 

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 want to 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 want to be legit man, shit man 

And every time I touch the dope I say that "this gonna' 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 street lights 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 while gal 

Plus I got addictions of my own, boy 

The pills into laced blunts got me gone, boy 

The Oxycontin & 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, .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 

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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 

Dolo and the pour 

Got me tore up from the floor up 

Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up 

All the real niggas know us