God Is Perfect
Freddie Gibbs Lyrics


Aight, check it out
Uh, gang, gang
Yeah, will it ever be the same?
Uh, Big Fivo, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
It's here (uh)
Yeah
(One, two) Yeah, yeah
Kane train baby
(One, two, new flow, check it out)

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Sippin' tiki in my kiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa
Top-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser
Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho all up with nothin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

I didn't want to speak on this shit but it really been rackin' my brain now (yeah, yeah)
'Cause really I fuck with this rap but my niggas still sellin' cocaine now (huh, yeah)
Them crackers they got enough on us to go start a motherfuckin' case now (yeah)
A nigga get hit with the R.I.C.O, they comin', they snatchin' the gang now
Big sticks long than a bitch, golf ball holes in this shit
Big Fen ball in this bitch
'Cause with Willy brother all in the six
Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper
When I hit him, left his draws full of shit
Niggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down
But I'll be so proud to put the dope down

For the microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

Gangland shit
Fuck around, get gangland hit
I'ma catch a little bitch while he's chillin' with his clique
Nigga where the whole gang at, bitch?
Where the watch and the chain at, bitch?
Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that bitch
I was fuckin' in the A, for like four days straight
But a nigga never claim that bitch
I be talkin' that shit like I'm bulletproof
Fuck a DM I'm sendin' them killers through
I be fuckin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs
Man, this shit get political
Hit the John, I'm whippin' the miracle
Get the spoon, I'm scrapin' the residue
Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos
Man, this shit get political

Rock it up then blade that shit
Dog food nigga slang that shit
Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit
Nigga might get gangland hit
East side sang that shit
Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit
Fuck nigga

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

Yo
Yo, I would like to say, you know?
My man Kane smoked him, you know?
But there is supposed to be a reason when you kill somebody
Don't use somebody else for shit

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Written by: Frederick Tipton

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Awchshonear

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Sippin' tiki in Waikiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa
Top-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser
Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho off home with nothin'
Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

[Verse 1]
I didn't want to speak on this shit
But it really been rackin' my brain now (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause really I fuck with this rap
But my niggas still sellin' cocaine now (Huh, yeah)
Them crackers they got enough on us
To go start a motherfuckin' case now (Yeah)
A nigga get hit with the R.I.C.O.
They comin', they snatchin' the gang now
Big sticks long than a bitch, golf ball holes in the shit
Big Finball in this bitch, cuz with Willy brother all in the six
Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper
When I hit him, left his draws full of shit (Brrt)
Niggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down
But I'll be so proud to put the dope down for the

[Chorus]
Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir
Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

[Verse 2]
Gangland shit
Fuck around, get gangland hit
I'ma catch a little bitch while he's chillin' with his clique
Nigga, where the whole gang at, bitch?
Where the watch and the chain at, bitch?
Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that bitch
I was fuckin' in the A for like four days straight
But a nigga never claim that bitch
I be talkin' that shit like I'm bulletproof
Fuck a DM, I'm sendin' them killers through
I be fuckin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs
Man, this shit get political
Hit the John, I'm whippin' the miracle
Get the spoon and I'm scrapin' the residue
Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos
Man, this shit get political
Rock it up then blade that shit
Dog food, nigga, slang that shit
Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit
A nigga might get gangland hit
That east side insane-ass shit
Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit, fuck nigga



Lid L

Lyrics:

Aight, check it out
Uh, gang, gang
Yeah, will it ever be the same?
Uh, Big Fivo, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
It's here (uh)
Yeah
(One, two) Yeah, yeah
Kane train baby
(One, two, new flow, check it out)

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Sippin' tiki in my kiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa
Top-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser
Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho all up with nothin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

I didn't want to speak on this shit but it really been rackin' my brain now (yeah, yeah)
'Cause really I fuck with this rap but my niggas still sellin' cocaine now (huh, yeah)
Them crackers they got enough on us to go start a motherfuckin' case now (yeah)
A nigga get hit with the R.I.C.O, they comin', they snatchin' the gang now
Big sticks long than a bitch, golf ball holes in this shit
Big Fen ball in this bitch
'Cause with Willy brother all in the six
Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper
When I hit him, left his draws full of shit
Niggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down
But I'll be so proud to put the dope down

For the microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

Gangland shit
Fuck around, get gangland hit
I'ma catch a little bitch while he's chillin' with his clique
Nigga where the whole gang at, bitch?
Where the watch and the chain at, bitch?
Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that bitch
I was fuckin' in the A, for like four days straight
But a nigga never claim that bitch
I be talkin' that shit like I'm bulletproof
Fuck a DM I'm sendin' them killers through
I be fuckin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs
Man, this shit get political
Hit the John, I'm whippin' the miracle
Get the spoon, I'm scrapin' the residue
Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos
Man, this shit get political

Rock it up then blade that shit
Dog food nigga slang that shit
Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit
Nigga might get gangland hit
East side sang that shit
Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit
Fuck nigga

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some measures out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick
We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

Yo
Yo, I would like to say, you know?
My man Kane smoked him, you know?
But there is supposed to be a reason when you kill somebody
Don't use somebody else for shit



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Evan Hanson

One of the very best songs I have heard in a long time.

88☠︎︎LSD

☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎NEEDS MORE VIEWS☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎

PABLO GATS

Alc and Freddy can't go wrong

Maj J P

@Austin Tyler how is this mumble rap lol

isaih gloria

They don’t make them like this anymore

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Bart Simpson An OF fan

I love how the Alchemist only makes beats for those who are worthy

Anthony Arcanum Sanctum Regnum

@Robert All real Hip Hop heads know that Riff is worthy, Bronson, Al and many others have worked with Him, He may come off as a clown but he stepped in when the culture needed Him, a reminder that a true freestyle is off the dome, lyrics matter as does original looks and content he came looking like all those younger fools to the 10th power spitting nonsense and winning those over who get it, Riff a legend!

ralf

@Robert lol

Robert

He has a song with Riff Raff

Twig

His flow is untouchable

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