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."
White Range
Freddie Gibbs Lyrics
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Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
That black wood in my white range, that 65 with that cocaine
That 95 with that yay yay, I-5 with that halftime
I'm taxing niggas, I'm decking niggas
I'm whacking niggas, be on max
I'm on it, I'm on it, yeah, yeah bitch, I'm on it
Fixed to ship my nigga Screwface a package from California
Never changed my price on the white bitch
They liked 'em, but couldn't afford 'em
Mixed my wrist like [?]
And the crack came back lighter than Apollonia
And my incense burning, West coast in my wood packed
Used to lace my blunts with the powder shit
But that was way back, I can't change that
Now I reminisce on them hot days
Reminisce on them cold nights
I was blessed to make it through my adolescence
Still fucking up in that dope life
But I still wouldn't change a thing
Cold blood running through my veins
That black wood in my white Range
To my white bitch to that right mayne
And I'm still gon' slang them thangs
East Side running through my veins
I shower bitches in champagne
Yeah, this the lifestyle of the insane
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, still fucking my old bitch
Got problems off in my household, old girl be bringing up old shit
Get mad fighting, we go sit like [?] so close with
Why the bitches calling your number
If they just groupie bitches you smoke with
See Fred you a motherfucking dog
You the type of nigga got to have it all
You remind me of my pops
Want to cut a nigga off, but she can't stop
Want to cuss a nigga out till she can't breathe
Telling me that she gon' go, but she can't leave
Man Fred you could please when you get back home
She gone with the dog and the car keys
Got damn, now I'm realizing that I love her
Fucked up when I put this other life above her
Jerking off on a stripper, I bet I busted on her
Y'all said I'm too cool, but I'm broken up undercover
Had my feelings through my drug habits
And I based my raps off my interactions with drug addicts
And drug dealers, them killers creeping coming for that paper
One of my own homies just might leave a nigga stanking
In a dope house where your coke out
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
In "White Range," Freddie Gibbs begins by describing his current state of being: burning incense, smoking his own weed, and driving his white Range Rover with black interior. He takes off quickly when the light changes, implying that he's on the go and always ready to move. Through the rest of the song, Gibbs raps about his past and present experiences with drugs and the street life. He talks about his cars, including a 65 with cocaine in it and a 95 with "yay yay" (slang for cocaine) in it. He also references his connections with other dealers and his ability to tax and whack people who get in his way.
While he reflects on his past with some nostalgia, Gibbs notes that he wouldn't change anything about his past experiences, despite knowing how wrong they were. He admits to jerking off on a stripper and generally breaking up with his old life of drug addiction and dealing. Despite his desire to move on from that past, however, he also acknowledges that he's still dependent on dope and that some of his old friends may still betray him.
The repeated chorus of "incense burning, smoking out to my own shit, got black wood in my white Range, I'm taking off when that light change" serves as a constant reminder of Gibbs's current lifestyle and work. He's still on the go, still smoking and burning incense, and doing it all in his flashy car. The chorus acts as a grounding element in a song that grapples with the past.
Line by Line Meaning
Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit
I'm enjoying smoking weed and listening to my own music
Got black wood in my white Range
I have black trim in my white Range Rover car
I'm taking off when that light change
I'll drive away quickly when the traffic light changes to green
That black wood in my white range, that 65 with that cocaine
I have black trim in my white Range Rover and I sold cocaine from a '65 Chevy Impala
That 95 with that yay yay, I-5 with that halftime
I also sold heroin from a '95 Chevy Impala and drove on I-5 highway during halftime of my favorite team's game
I'm taxing niggas, I'm decking niggas
I'm charging people extra money for drugs and beating up those who don't pay
Fixed to ship my nigga Screwface a package from California
I'm about to send a package of drugs to my friend Screwface in California
Never changed my price on the white bitch
I never lowered my price for cocaine
And the crack came back lighter than Apollonia
The crack cocaine I sold was of poor quality and I lost money on it
Used to lace my blunts with the powder shit
I used to mix cocaine with my marijuana cigarettes
But that was way back, I can't change that
I used to do that, but I can't undo those actions
East Side running through my veins
I have a strong connection to my neighborhood and its culture
Yeah, this the lifestyle of the insane
This is a crazy way of life that I've chosen
Incense burning, still fucking my old bitch
I'm still having sex with my ex-girlfriend
Got problems off in my household, old girl be bringing up old shit
I have issues with my family and my ex-girlfriend won't stop bringing up past problems
You remind me of my pops
You remind me of my father
Want to cut a nigga off, but she can't stop
She wants to stop seeing me, but can't seem to do it
Had my feelings through my drug habits
I express my emotions through my drug use
And I based my raps off my interactions with drug addicts
I write my music based on my experiences with drug users
One of my own homies just might leave a nigga stanking
One of my friends might kill me
In a dope house where your coke out
In a drug den where cocaine is being sold and used
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ANDREW NICHOLAS PAPALEO, Fredrick Tipton
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Tay Laron
5 year later this never gets old... This beat is already one of kind💯
Vvv Mm
7 years later still 😮💨
Bill Villasenor
💯💯💯
ddotcarter06
I just came across this dude 3 days ago - 25 tracks in and I have literally favored 90% - RIDICULOUS! I'm hooked! This dude is bad! The production with the lyrics, WHEW!
Marcus Johnson
Hell yeah,bro💯💯💯
JROKRIZZY
ddotcarter06 and his flows
Cons Productions
U guys crazy. Its all good. But B.f.gangsta and ESGN are the top of the top for me .
Shonta Larry
U better know it!!
JAWZ THA REAL CORLEONE
BANDANA Is going to be fukinh amazing
Michael Cannon
If you a real Gibbs fan...this song is top 5 of his catalog #gibbshoe