Freddie Tipton (born June 14, 1982 in Gary, Indiana), better known as Fredd… Read Full Bio ↴Freddie Tipton (born June 14, 1982 in Gary, Indiana), better known as Freddie Gibbs, is an American rapper who became popular after being included in XXL Magazine's ten Freshmen of 2010. He was previously signed to Interscope Records before being let go from his deal without an official record being released. He has released five mixtapes since his first in 2005 including Live From Gary, Indiana, Big Bizness, The Miseducation of Freddie Gibbs, midwestgangstaboxframecadillacmuzik and Str8 Killa No Filla. The Str8 Killa EP was released 3rd August. His debut LP Baby-Faced Killa and The Devil's Palace, a collaborative project with The Alchemist, were both released in 2012. He then would go on to release Cold Day in Hell in 2012, and ESGN in 2013. In 2014, Gibbs released Pinata, a collaborative album with producer Madlib, and The Tonite Show, another collaborative album with The World's Freshest. Gibbs newest album Shadow of a Doubt is planned to best released on November 20th via ESGN / EMPIRE.
Hailing from Gary, Indiana, a place whose murder and crime rates have ranked it several times at the top of the "Most Dangerous Cities" list, Freddie Gibbs is the true definition of a street survivor. Raised on Gary's east side, Gibbs lived the hard life firsthand in a run-down industrial community plagued with vice and ignored by the establishment. After playing at Ball State on a football scholarship, Gibbs was kicked out of college. Over the next few years he went through court-ordered boot camp, joined and got discharged from the military, and held down a series of 9 to 5 jobs without success. Feeling like the system had failed him, Gibbs turned to hustling; pimping and selling crack out of a local house. Inspired by rappers like UGK, The Geto Boys, and 2Pac, Gibbs started rhyming about his life and the issues facing urban youth in Gary and the countless other impoverished cities just like it. Gibbs is the first rapper signed to a major label from Gary.
The Steel City's most famous musical residents to date are the Jackson 5, whose name still adorns a marquee on a falling-apart theater in Gary's blighted downtown. His desire to rep the Midwest and his city led Gibbs to start recording mixtapes and pushing them online as well as the streets, where he quickly began garnering fans drawn to his original style, diverse flows, and deeply personal lyrics about his experience as a young black man growing up below the poverty line in a forgotten American city.
Freddie has worked with respected producers like Madlib, Red Spyda, Just Blaze, Buckwild, the Alchemist, Polow Da Don, and Collipark among many others. Gibbs cites Houston rap and Pac as his major influences, and it shows in his ability to alternate between chillingly tense street stories of violence and laid back comedic tales about women and weed. Ultimately Gibbs shows and proves with his rhymes, which demonstrate the promise of a legend in the making. His skills, wit, and street credibility establish Freddie Gibbs as a true artist. He's ready to represent for Gary, the Midwest, and anyone who relates to the struggle of inner city life. As Gibbs tells it: "My music is definitely on some gangsta shit. That's what I was raised on and what I witnessed. How can I speak on anything else?" "Become a fan now, or become one later."
Hailing from Gary, Indiana, a place whose murder and crime rates have ranked it several times at the top of the "Most Dangerous Cities" list, Freddie Gibbs is the true definition of a street survivor. Raised on Gary's east side, Gibbs lived the hard life firsthand in a run-down industrial community plagued with vice and ignored by the establishment. After playing at Ball State on a football scholarship, Gibbs was kicked out of college. Over the next few years he went through court-ordered boot camp, joined and got discharged from the military, and held down a series of 9 to 5 jobs without success. Feeling like the system had failed him, Gibbs turned to hustling; pimping and selling crack out of a local house. Inspired by rappers like UGK, The Geto Boys, and 2Pac, Gibbs started rhyming about his life and the issues facing urban youth in Gary and the countless other impoverished cities just like it. Gibbs is the first rapper signed to a major label from Gary.
The Steel City's most famous musical residents to date are the Jackson 5, whose name still adorns a marquee on a falling-apart theater in Gary's blighted downtown. His desire to rep the Midwest and his city led Gibbs to start recording mixtapes and pushing them online as well as the streets, where he quickly began garnering fans drawn to his original style, diverse flows, and deeply personal lyrics about his experience as a young black man growing up below the poverty line in a forgotten American city.
Freddie has worked with respected producers like Madlib, Red Spyda, Just Blaze, Buckwild, the Alchemist, Polow Da Don, and Collipark among many others. Gibbs cites Houston rap and Pac as his major influences, and it shows in his ability to alternate between chillingly tense street stories of violence and laid back comedic tales about women and weed. Ultimately Gibbs shows and proves with his rhymes, which demonstrate the promise of a legend in the making. His skills, wit, and street credibility establish Freddie Gibbs as a true artist. He's ready to represent for Gary, the Midwest, and anyone who relates to the struggle of inner city life. As Gibbs tells it: "My music is definitely on some gangsta shit. That's what I was raised on and what I witnessed. How can I speak on anything else?" "Become a fan now, or become one later."
Rock Bottom
Freddie Gibbs Lyrics
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Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, if you a man put some muthafuckin' food on the table
That's what she said but still a nigga wasn't able
To get up some bread for the rent, lights, and cable
The gas and water
She actin' like I'm tryna starve her
And I know the baby growin' and her belly gotta eat too
Only thing I got left is this gun on my belt, If I can't feed myself how I'mma feed you?
How I'mma ride with this tank on empty, sellin' yola hoping that the jakes dont get me
Cause when I leave the crib man that thang go wit' me
My nigga from the jets got stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by a muthafuckin' dope fiend
A bitch tryna get a fix, put my nigga in a ditch
We been hittin' them licks since we was 14
Now they say you in a calmer place
I couldn't tell by the looks on yo' momma face
Now everytime she look at me I see a look of disgrace
She disappointed by the dreams we was lookin' to chase
'Cause we was cookin' the base and we was flippin' the spinach
And if a nigga violated then we handled our business
We never knew one day the street shit would catch up with us
And I don't roll with many niggas, you was one of the realest
I'm like
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Coming in through the damn window
Guess the sheet I put up, couldn't block it out
Roll over, grab that indo
While I was smoking last night, I knock it out
Get up wash my face brush my grill
Grab a black tee and jeans try to 'Pac it out
Had the motherfucking thing inside of that bitch
God damn, got to get up and walk it out
Waking up to smoke with that bullshit
Another day, another dirty ass dollar
Make a nigga wanna holla, cause I can't pop no tags
Or pop my collar
Looking at my mama , bout to go to work
When she get off she goin' to another job
And my motherfucking daddy ain't around
For whatever reason man but that's a whole other problem
Limo, 'cause I'm working on my demo
Hoping I can get it in and sell me some ringtones
Go platinum on motherfuckin' iTunes
Get me a label deal put my team on
Get my baby momma some bread
Get my probation off and make that paper
Move around and shake these haters
Praying that it happen fuckin' sooner than later
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, open my mailbox and all I get to see is bill after bill
Shit kinda slow ain't no real money be comin' in but yo, I still got ten on the kil'
Ten on the drank, a nigga be on ten when
I'm sober to get me over keep me full of the poison
My nigga Rich doin' a bid they sent the boys in
To get him if I would've been wit' him I woulda joined him
And now I'm out here lurkin' the streets wit'
No work feelin' like my throat been cut wit' no plug
You know just what I mean if you ever done sold drugs
Finna rob me a nigga 'cause I ain't got no love
And I ain't got no qualification for no career move
People up in corporate america probably fear dude
Gettin' shine off of my rhyme for like a year or two
Still got the police lights up in my rear view
Damn, as I sit behind a tint, in a car full of smoke
Hopin' this officer don't do nothin' to make me
Have to hurt him cause it's over if I get caught up with this dope
Give me a coal, might as well hang me from a rope
'Cause the government lynchin' niggas more than ever before
Sort of like the slavery days but if we raise the chains
Then how the fuck is we supposed to grow?
They got a nigga like damn
It can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, if you a man put some muthafuckin' food on the table
That's what she said but still a nigga wasn't able
To get up some bread for the rent, lights, and cable
The gas and water
She actin' like I'm tryna starve her
And I know the baby growin' and her belly gotta eat too
Only thing I got left is this gun on my belt, If I can't feed myself how I'mma feed you?
How I'mma ride with this tank on empty, sellin' yola hoping that the jakes dont get me
Cause when I leave the crib man that thang go wit' me
My nigga from the jets got stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by a muthafuckin' dope fiend
A bitch tryna get a fix, put my nigga in a ditch
We been hittin' them licks since we was 14
Now they say you in a calmer place
I couldn't tell by the looks on yo' momma face
Now everytime she look at me I see a look of disgrace
She disappointed by the dreams we was lookin' to chase
'Cause we was cookin' the base and we was flippin' the spinach
And if a nigga violated then we handled our business
We never knew one day the street shit would catch up with us
And I don't roll with many niggas, you was one of the realest
I'm like
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Coming in through the damn window
Guess the sheet I put up, couldn't block it out
Roll over, grab that indo
While I was smoking last night, I knock it out
Get up wash my face brush my grill
Grab a black tee and jeans try to 'Pac it out
Had the motherfucking thing inside of that bitch
God damn, got to get up and walk it out
Waking up to smoke with that bullshit
Another day, another dirty ass dollar
Make a nigga wanna holla, cause I can't pop no tags
Or pop my collar
Looking at my mama , bout to go to work
When she get off she goin' to another job
And my motherfucking daddy ain't around
For whatever reason man but that's a whole other problem
Limo, 'cause I'm working on my demo
Hoping I can get it in and sell me some ringtones
Go platinum on motherfuckin' iTunes
Get me a label deal put my team on
Get my baby momma some bread
Get my probation off and make that paper
Move around and shake these haters
Praying that it happen fuckin' sooner than later
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, open my mailbox and all I get to see is bill after bill
Shit kinda slow ain't no real money be comin' in but yo, I still got ten on the kil'
Ten on the drank, a nigga be on ten when
I'm sober to get me over keep me full of the poison
My nigga Rich doin' a bid they sent the boys in
To get him if I would've been wit' him I woulda joined him
And now I'm out here lurkin' the streets wit'
No work feelin' like my throat been cut wit' no plug
You know just what I mean if you ever done sold drugs
Finna rob me a nigga 'cause I ain't got no love
And I ain't got no qualification for no career move
People up in corporate america probably fear dude
Gettin' shine off of my rhyme for like a year or two
Still got the police lights up in my rear view
Damn, as I sit behind a tint, in a car full of smoke
Hopin' this officer don't do nothin' to make me
Have to hurt him cause it's over if I get caught up with this dope
Give me a coal, might as well hang me from a rope
'Cause the government lynchin' niggas more than ever before
Sort of like the slavery days but if we raise the chains
Then how the fuck is we supposed to grow?
They got a nigga like damn
It can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
The song "Rock Bottom" by Freddie Gibbs is a raw and emotional depiction of the struggles and challenges faced by many African American men living in poverty. The lyrics describe a life that has hit rock bottom, with no way out, and the desperation that comes with it. The singer feels trapped and hopeless, turning to drugs and alcohol to numb the pain, and contemplating robbing someone to make ends meet. He feels like he's going in circles, with no way to break the cycle of poverty and violence that surrounds him.
The lyrics vividly portray the harsh realities of life in the ghetto, where survival often means breaking the law, and where a lack of education and opportunities can lead to a lifetime of struggle. The references to drug dealing, violence, and police brutality are all too familiar to many people who have grown up in urban environments. The chorus repeats the phrase "Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom", serving as a reminder that for many people, life can be a constant struggle.
Overall, "Rock Bottom" is a powerful and poignant song that sheds light on the harsh realities of poverty, violence, and systemic racism that continue to plague many African American communities today.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Armando Christian Perez, Frank Romano, Bernard Freeman, Ernest Dimanche
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Yair Martinez
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, if you a man put some muthafuckin' food on the table
That's what she said but still a nigga wasn't able
To get up some bread for the rent, lights, and cable
The gas and water
She actin' like I'm tryna starve her
And I know the baby growin' and her belly gotta eat too
Only thing I got left is this gun on my belt, If I can't feed myself how I'mma feed you?
How I'mma ride with this tank on empty, sellin' yola hoping that the jakes dont get me
Cause when I leave the crib man that thang go wit' me
My nigga from the jets got stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by a muthafuckin' dope fiend
A bitch tryna get a fix, put my nigga in a ditch
We been hittin' them licks since we was 14
Now they say you in a calmer place
I couldn't tell by the looks on yo' momma face
Now everytime she look at me I see a look of disgrace
She disappointed by the dreams we was lookin' to chase
'Cause we was cookin' the base and we was flippin' the spinach
And if a nigga violated then we handled our business
We never knew one day the street shit would catch up with us
And I don't roll with many niggas, you was one of the realest
I'm like
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Coming in through the damn window
Guess the sheet I put up, couldn't block it out
Roll over, grab that indo
While I was smoking last night, I knock it out
Get up wash my face brush my grill
Grab a black tee and jeans try to 'Pac it out
Had the motherfucking thing inside of that bitch
God damn, got to get up and walk it out
Waking up to smoke with that bullshit
Another day, another dirty ass dollar
Make a nigga wanna holla, cause I can't pop no tags
Or pop my collar
Looking at my mama , bout to go to work
When she get off she goin' to another job
And my motherfucking daddy ain't around
For whatever reason man but that's a whole other problem
Limo, 'cause I'm working on my demo
Hoping I can get it in and sell me some ringtones
Go platinum on motherfuckin' iTunes
Get me a label deal put my team on
Get my baby momma some bread
Get my probation off and make that paper
Move around and shake these haters
Praying that it happen fuckin' sooner than later
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, open my mailbox and all I get to see is bill after bill
Shit kinda slow ain't no real money be comin' in but yo, I still got ten on the kil'
Ten on the drank, a nigga be on ten when
I'm sober to get me over keep me full of the poison
My nigga Rich doin' a bid they sent the boys in
To get him if I would've been wit' him I woulda joined him
And now I'm out here lurkin' the streets wit'
No work feelin' like my throat been cut wit' no plug
You know just what I mean if you ever done sold drugs
Finna rob me a nigga 'cause I ain't got no love
And I ain't got no qualification for no career move
People up in corporate america probably fear dude
Gettin' shine off of my rhyme for like a year or two
Still got the police lights up in my rear view
Damn, as I sit behind a tint, in a car full of smoke
Hopin' this officer don't do nothin' to make me
Have to hurt him cause it's over if I get caught up with this dope
Give me a coal, might as well hang me from a rope
'Cause the government lynchin' niggas more than ever before
Sort of like the slavery days but if we raise the chains
Then how the fuck is we supposed to grow?
They got a nigga like damn
It can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Damn, it can't get no worse than this 'cause I done hit rock bottom
I'mma get up on a muthafuckin' sack and a big ass bottle to solve all my problems
I'm goin' in circles man, goin' in circles man
Sometimes I feel like, feel like I'm goin' in circles man
Kobe Berg
Best and most important rapper in the game. His talent level is unreal.
Pheyo
Bro you literally saw what everyone caught on too years later
Kobe Berg
@Pheyo thanks man. im seldom right, but i was right about Fred
Matt97
the flow in this song is fuckin unreal
brandon hollingsworth
every freddie gibbs track bruh
Matt97
brandon hollingsworth word man, he's a master of flow
jp022x
I feel you.
Joshua Batts
Man give this man major props bc he is very underrated
MAURICE WILEY
Still one of my favorite songs. Shot out to gangsta gibbs for this one.... Still slapping this in 2021!!!
Quaalude Goddead
Dope you can feel the reality of life on this song. In the world people with no money schizophrenia and starvation and the feeling of being lost with no direction. Like you are just waiting to die and there's no one there.