Decoded (feat. Scarface)

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Chorus: Freddie Gibbs Mama said it would be days like this Knew the police was gon' raid like this Knew this shit was in my veins like this Nigga, fuck it, I get paid like this Mama said that it'd be days like this Knew the police was gon' raid like this Knew this shit was in my veins like this Yeah Nigga, fuck it, I get paid like this Yeah, yeah Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs Shit get wet up, triple threat, uh Devil in the flesh walkin' in Triple S, uh Bullet with the green tip go through the vest, uh 1990 Testarossa, fuck a Tesla My Uncle Sam sold me them yams, government issued grams Grandma got her taxes back, I can trap out the Grand Am Cooking dope to Gregory and Luther, that was a nigga jam There's nothing better than love Bitch, ain't nothing better than love, go get it from your man Iced out G where my heart used to be Bitch I smoke a nigga then show up while they reading his eulogy I blew my first million on cars, drugs, bitches, and jewelry I run the section now, I love my connection, Chuck Woolery Chuck Woolery, nigga Corleone casino, Freddie Tarantino They do me like Benny Blanco, then I'll go smoke Carlito Bitch In Vegas, I sold a kilo at a suite in the Rio Yeah, yeah, yeah I often eat with them people that'll kidnap your people Verse 2: Scarface I live for the moment, stuck in the minute In an instance, my vision was showing what I was missing Damn, I should've listened Too many homies locked down off in prison, living Isn't this how it was supposed to be Chose to be knee-deep off in this dope game and I sold a ki' To an undercover, low-down motherfucker got me Ducking indictments, paying the price is an understatement I'm ten toes in the pavement I'd rather die than give a statement And we don't talk to police, fuck 12, fuck 'em Let 'em meet me in hell 'cause a cell ain't an option The streets ain't the only people watching Feds on my line, every phone call popping I can hear it deep down in my spirit I'm super careful what I say, a nigga leery You hear me Outro: Scarface Man, it's like we failed our youngsters, man It's like we not giving the youngsters that game no more, man That shit that they can live by That shit that they can, you know, music to drive by, you feel me Like, like, like, my, my nigga These niggas, these lil' youngsters walkin' around this bitch like they bulletproof, man Come on, dog, wake the fuck up, man Don't you know a nigga'll knock your motherfuckin' head off out here with that bullshit Quit playing, dog, straight up Soul Sold Separately Triple S in-room dining and delicacies, how may I be of service to you Norva, Lambo, it's Julian, man Yo, you guys gotta turn this fuckin' album in, man It's been three years Freddie has himself holed up in a fuckin' suite in Vegas I know he's tryna charge us for that shit You guys are way overbudget Yo, listen, I do not wanna lose my job for this Love you guys, but I got two kids in private school And by the way, Norva, put the wings down Fuckin' room service is not recoupable