God Is Perfect
Freddie Gibbs Lyrics
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Uh, gang, gang
Yeah, Bunny Rabbit insane, you dig what I'm sayin'?
Uh, Big Finball, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
It's here (uh)
Yeah
(One, two) Yeah, yeah
(One, two, new flow, check it out)
Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still rep that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, 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 wanna 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 Finball 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 bladadah, Subhan'Allah, 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 bladadah, Subhan'Allah, 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 bladadah, Subhan'Allah, 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 bladadah, Subhan'Allah, 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
The song "God Is Perfect" by Freddie Gibbs is about the tension that arises when somebody is trying to make it big in the music industry and, at the same time, is still involved in selling drugs. The song serves as a commentary on how difficult it is to escape the gangster lifestyle, and how many rappers feel compelled to be associated with the image of drugs and violence in order to be taken seriously. Gibbs raps about how he and his crew still rep their block and burn a lot, showing that they are still involved in the drug game, but at the same time, they pray to Mecca and acknowledge the "blessing" they have received.
Gibbs uses his lyrics to highlight the dangers of being involved in the gangster lifestyle, citing the risk of getting hit with the R.I.C.O if the authorities catch onto what they're doing. He also talks about a "gangland hit" that could happen if somebody gets caught slipping. Gibbs acknowledges the political nature of the drug game and how he interacts with different gangs and cartels. He urges people to be careful and make sure they have a reason before they kill somebody.
Overall, "God Is Perfect" is a song that is critical of the violence and drug culture that permeates hip-hop, and it serves as a poignant reminder of the risks involved in such a lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Gearing up for something important, preparing myself for the mic check
Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca
I'm still from the same place, still hustling hard and staying true to my Muslim faith
All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin'
I'm born and bred for gang life, but I'm grateful for the skills and opportunities it's given me
Take some measures out the brick, We press a brick, it ain't no pressure
I'm taking calculated risks to make my money, and pressing bricks of cocaine is no sweat
Sippin' tiki in my kiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa
I'm enjoying my downtime with some girls, relaxing and smoking weed
Top-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser
I only deal with high-quality women who deserve the best from me
I didn't want to speak on this shit but it really been rackin' my brain now
I didn't want to talk about it, but this issue has been weighing on my mind heavily
'Cause really I fuck with this rap but my niggas still sellin' cocaine now
Although I enjoy rapping, I can't ignore the fact that my friends are still involved in drug dealing
Them crackers they got enough on us to go start a motherfuckin' case now
Law enforcement has gathered enough evidence to potentially bring a legal case against us
Big sticks long than a bitch, golf ball holes in this shit
Our firearms are powerful and can do serious damage
Hit the John, I'm whippin' the miracle, Get the spoon, I'm scrapin' the residue
I'm cooking up and cutting cocaine, preparing it for sale
Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit
An attempted shooting against me failed because the person couldn't aim properly
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
Although my friend Kane killed someone, I believe there should be a valid reason and not just for the sake of using someone else
Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Written by: Daniel Alan Maman, Freddie Gibbs
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@lidl981
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
@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
@risej4164
[Intro]
Aight, check it out
Uh, gang, gang
Bunny Rabbit insane
Uh, Big Finball, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
It's here (Uh), yeah
(One, two) Yeah, yeah (Kane train, baby), uh
(Hold on, hold on) Yeah, yeah
(One, two, yo, yo, check it out) Yeah, yeah
[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
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
[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
[Outro: Biz Markie]
Yo, yo, I'd just like to say, you know
My man Kane smoked him, you know?
But it's good to be original when you diss somebody
Don't use somebody else's shit
[Interlude: Gil Scott-Heron]
The thing that's going to change people
It's something that no one will be able to capture on film
It'll just be something that you see and all of a sudden you realize
"I'm on the wrong page"
Or, "I'm on the right page but I'm on the wrong note
And I've got to get in sync with everyone else to understand what's happening in this country"
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@evanhanson6924
One of the very best songs I have heard in a long time.
@DbTrill_
real talk bro 🔥
@jgreen114
Evan Hanson yes
@foodtastesgood8579
Yo this shit is too 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@benjaminfarias9169
Best hip hop album since Bandana.
@GregoryMichaelCarter
Listen to the rest of the album!🔥🔥🔥
@tomayousif108
This may be the best song out of the entire album. The synergy from Freddie while he flows on this sinister alchemist beat is legendary 🔥
@payhomage007
Baby shit
@connornaylor5308
@Jamie McCallum he means the song off alfredo
@fungshui13
This song, Scottie Beam and Babies & Fools 💯🔥