Knicks (remix) Lyrics - Freddie Gibbs

Uh, chillin' in the 6 

Smokin' the Cali, ice bucket challenge on my wrist 

Young and black in the US, it's a challenge to exist 

Stove a thousand degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick 

Got me gradually gettin' chips 

All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison 

If you can push it, I'll give you points on the package 

As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back 

Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga 

I got it sellin' nickel bags 

Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add? 

Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half 

Smokers scared to cop cause we beefin, man where the geekers at? 

Standin' at my window with my full clip 

Malcolm told us we've been bamboozled and hoodwinked 

Another Darren Wilson get a badge every week 

R.I.P. to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch 

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I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags 

I got it sellin' nickel bags 

Real killer, drug dealer 

I got it sellin' nickel bags 

Real killer, drug dealer 

I got it sellin' nickel bags 

Same night Chris Childs punched Kobe 

It was a Sunday, I had the Hyundai 

Then I crashed it, leather jacket like Slash did 

Face melted off the acid 

I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia 

Downtown Brown, Julie Brown 

Know the hoochies wanna do me now 

Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson 

You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'? 

Balls off, all the homies by the ball court 

Shit hit like Little Richard on the boardwalk 

I'm not the one for all the small talk 

Photos 

I'm like Christopher Lloyd, Big Noyd 

Bitcoins, rosemary on the strip loin 

Mike Tyson doin' endos on a Haro 

Queens Center mall by the Sbarro 

I'm in the Carmelo with 12 nicks, the L's lit 

I'm close to them niggas that do their bid and don't tell shit 

Or far-fetch, them niggas be doin' the long stretch 

It's not that we're heartless, we're just usin' our heart less 

You know stress cause niggas to forfeit 

When I cut it, all my nicks'll be softer than Charles Smith 

Lost grips of a nigga that hustled on dark strips 

And street corners, so many police want us 

Lookin' to feast on us 

Remember older niggas and bitches would sleep on us 

Suckin' their teeth on us 

I touch down, celebrate like Vic Cruz 

Spike Lee, got a front row seat to watch nicks move 

Got no class like a nigga that skipped school 

Fix your face 'fore I play the mechanic and grip tools 

The block gleam every time that a cop scream 

On the corner sellin' nicks that's giant like Hakeem, peace 

Looks like they caught me red-handed 

When I land, niggas from the planet get stranded 

And I ran cause I had a pound of Afghani 

Watch that AK-47 stick up your grammys 

And I want all the ends 

For my niggas rounds of applause in the audience 

Fake MC's get clapped up 'til they disorient 

Get out your seat, cheers up if you want more again 

The happiest days of my life been taken from me 

Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up 

I don't think this chain fit me right 

Got a couple loose screws so I write 

Right brain trippy like... 

And I should let you finish too 

I'm at Finish Line, should have finished school 

Now you can't finish lyin', so I diminish you 

They still get the teeth to show with no dentist tools