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Freddie Gibbs
There's never any doubts in my mind
Because I'm the best in the world
Even though a lot of you don't like to hear that
I just, it's facts, I'm the best, you know what I mean?
I, sometimes, I don't wanna believe in myself
But it's the truth, I'm the best
And I'm just convinced, you know what I mean?
These fellas, how dare them challenge me
With their somewhat primiti-primitive skills
They're just as good as dead
Slammin', big MAC-11, back of the sevеn on some boss shit (Yeah)
I put that Presidеnt on my wrist and I got frostbit (Woo)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (Yeah)
Slow on that heroin, I don't sell them bitches too often (Ah)
Man, my jewelry like some laser beams (Bling)
Step out with your lady, shoot some babies on the Maybelline (Yeah)
And overdose the stroller, cut the co-co with the ketamine (Sh)
Dope and ibuprofen in my bowl, I got them recipes (Skrrt)
Boss shit, shoot it like Steph, I just hit the three and I wasn't even lookin'
Your favorite rapper just hit the stage, well, bitch, we 'bout to book 'em
Bitches in love with us, keep the pussy, I just keep it pushin' (Yeah)
My baby momma's knew the job was crooked before they took it (Bitch)
Kane Train reckless, bitch, we runnin' shit
Just touched down in the airport, Louis V backpack full of them hundreds, bitch (Yeah)
Cleaner than McQueen, ho, I'm a gangster, not no lover, bitch (Yeah-yeah)
Grammy afterparty bitch, we rock it like we won it, bitch (Yeah)
Boss shit, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Yeah)
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brr)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (Yeah)
CEO rabbit, young Freddie Kane, I'm on some boss shit (Yeah)
Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Brrat)
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brrat)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (Bitch)
Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your fuckin' coffin (Brrt)
I blow your house up with that hunnid drum (Yeah, yeah)
No Hot 100, I'm a hot boy with some murder ones (Yeah, yeah)
Cash money Kane, big number one Sunday, you my youngest son (Yeah, yeah)
See my first crackhead like that Bimmer back in '91 (Bitch)
And I been on the blaze since 2Pac was rockin' the Gumby fade (Yeah)
Fuckin' up my cup with this Activis like some lemonade
Bitches big B-L, if you violate, you're a renegade
Know trigger fingers, ain't have to type on your Twitter page (Yeah, yeah)
Freddie Krueger, P-90 Ruger, I'm keepin' on 'em (Yeah)
Niggas say they ain't losin' sleep, tell 'em, "I'm sleepin' on 'em" (Bitch)
Got heavy traffic, the neighbors might call the people on 'em (Yeah, yeah)
Surround your car with ARs, I put the reaper on 'em
Death wish, reach 'em with that automatic shotty, that's a death kiss
Niggas be pullin' through, so I aim above the neck, bitch
Fly with it on me, I got my blicky on the jet, bitch
Ready to set it off and I put that on the set, bitch (Yeah)
Boss shit, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Yeah)
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brr)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (Bitch)
CEO rabbit, young Freddie Kane, I'm on some boss shit (Yeah)
Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Brrat)
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brrat)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (Bitch)
Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your fuckin' coffin (Brrt)
Haha, nigga
Hahahahaha
Don't violate
I'm violent
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Because I'm the best in the world
Even though a lot of you don't like to hear that
I just, it's facts, I'm the best, you know what I mean?
I, sometimes, I don't wanna believe in myself
But it's the truth, I'm the best
And I'm just convinced, you know what I mean?
These fellas, how dare them challenge me
With their somewhat primiti-primitive skills
They're just as good as dead
Slammin', big MAC-11, back of the sevеn on some boss shit (Yeah)
I put that Presidеnt on my wrist and I got frostbit (Woo)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (Yeah)
Slow on that heroin, I don't sell them bitches too often (Ah)
Man, my jewelry like some laser beams (Bling)
Step out with your lady, shoot some babies on the Maybelline (Yeah)
And overdose the stroller, cut the co-co with the ketamine (Sh)
Dope and ibuprofen in my bowl, I got them recipes (Skrrt)
Boss shit, shoot it like Steph, I just hit the three and I wasn't even lookin'
Your favorite rapper just hit the stage, well, bitch, we 'bout to book 'em
Bitches in love with us, keep the pussy, I just keep it pushin' (Yeah)
My baby momma's knew the job was crooked before they took it (Bitch)
Kane Train reckless, bitch, we runnin' shit
Just touched down in the airport, Louis V backpack full of them hundreds, bitch (Yeah)
Cleaner than McQueen, ho, I'm a gangster, not no lover, bitch (Yeah-yeah)
Grammy afterparty bitch, we rock it like we won it, bitch (Yeah)
Boss shit, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Yeah)
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brr)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (Yeah)
CEO rabbit, young Freddie Kane, I'm on some boss shit (Yeah)
Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Brrat)
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brrat)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (Bitch)
Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your fuckin' coffin (Brrt)
I blow your house up with that hunnid drum (Yeah, yeah)
No Hot 100, I'm a hot boy with some murder ones (Yeah, yeah)
Cash money Kane, big number one Sunday, you my youngest son (Yeah, yeah)
See my first crackhead like that Bimmer back in '91 (Bitch)
And I been on the blaze since 2Pac was rockin' the Gumby fade (Yeah)
Fuckin' up my cup with this Activis like some lemonade
Bitches big B-L, if you violate, you're a renegade
Know trigger fingers, ain't have to type on your Twitter page (Yeah, yeah)
Freddie Krueger, P-90 Ruger, I'm keepin' on 'em (Yeah)
Niggas say they ain't losin' sleep, tell 'em, "I'm sleepin' on 'em" (Bitch)
Got heavy traffic, the neighbors might call the people on 'em (Yeah, yeah)
Surround your car with ARs, I put the reaper on 'em
Death wish, reach 'em with that automatic shotty, that's a death kiss
Niggas be pullin' through, so I aim above the neck, bitch
Fly with it on me, I got my blicky on the jet, bitch
Ready to set it off and I put that on the set, bitch (Yeah)
Boss shit, big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Yeah)
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brr)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (Bitch)
CEO rabbit, young Freddie Kane, I'm on some boss shit (Yeah)
Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss shit (Brrat)
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brrat)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (Bitch)
Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your fuckin' coffin (Brrt)
Haha, nigga
Hahahahaha
Don't violate
I'm violent
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