Insecurities Lyrics - Shadow Of A Doubt - Freddie Gibbs

Nigga pick up the phone, nigga. I just got back from back from my show, 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 

I was ready for whatever man 

I remember I was sellin' things 

I let it go, I let it go 

Said I was ready for whatever man 

With some niggas, they don't ever change 

I let it go, I let it go 

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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 

Dip through in traffic, smoking dope, like I don't see 5-0 

License to spend it, 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 wanted 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 

Get mad if another nigga touch her 

Insecure and in my motherfuckin' feelin's 

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 

Photos 

Ready for whatever man 

And some niggas, they don't ever change 

I let it go, I let it go 

And I remember I was sellin' things 

I was ready for whatever man 

I let it go, I let it go 

Bentleys and Beamers, Impalas, Caprices 

I scope up Diego, my nigga, we beepin' 

My day run, we gang bang, we run off, we throw weight 

I murder for my dogs, we eat off the same plate 

We masked up, all my niggas masked up 

Did a show in Brooklyn, niggas tried to get me blast up 

Thought you was my nigga, hate to see me get my cash up 

Then some niggas hit me, hollows almost tore my ass up 

Your shooters was some actors 

Actin' ass niggas 

Scared to squeeze the trigger, some amateur ass niggas 

Used to hit the road and get stacks of them cash with them 

Only time I let me know when you were stabbed in the back nigga 

I remember we was sellin' things 

Came to you, I'd do whatever man 

I let it go, I let it go 

I was ready for whatever man 

I remember I was sellin' things 

I let it go, I let it go 

And I was ready for whatever man 

With some niggas, they don't ever change 

I let it go, I let it go, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah 

Cadillacs, Impalas, nigga, we ride Vogues 

Fuck you pussy ass niggas and you weak ass hoes 

I candy coat it, triple dip it, nigga, three times gold 

Dip through in traffic, smoking dope, like I don't see 5-0 

License to spend it, 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 wanted is my attention 

Fuck you bitches 

All my daughter want is my attention 

All she want is my attention, yeah 

So why am I starvin' for attention? 

All she want is my attention, hmm 

Starvin' for attention 

My daughter wants my attention