Situations

Freddie Gibbs 、Madlib -Situations

Written by ：Freddie Gibbs 、Madlib

Produced by ：Madlib

Yeah yeah

Representer

Street n**gas I'm a representer

East Gary I'm a representer

Rest in peace granny I'ma representer

Made it through the summer with no air conditioner

Catch us huddled 'round the kitchen in the Winter

Just a youngin thuggin'tryna check a million

Youngin thuggin'tryna check a million

Windows tinted with the killer in my system

More than w**d and liquor in my system

Got the brand new whip might see the solar system

On my seventh figure n**gas know the feelin'

Necklace flooded it's a situation yeah

All my b**ches got a situation yeah

County lockup or the police station yeah

We was in some shitty situations uh

'Bout to smoke it up pour it up

I'm a thug and smokin'lethal warrior

Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida

Spent a hundred-twenty on a rover truck

I had b**ches when a n**ga rode the bus

'Fore the money b**ches never noticed you

Way back when they wouldn't do a show with us

Now they calling'me so they can open up

I put you n**gas on game

Put some respect on my name

Freddie Kane a living'legend

I hit a stain

Cousin took two to the brain

Bullets missed me it's a blessing

I can see the day like it was yesterday I'll never forget it

So rest in peace good Lord you was caught in the system

I made my lane up in this game and upped the winning percentage

So f**k a record deal a n**ga need a bigger percentage

I'm like

Haha

Lambo cut my check n**ga brrt brrt brrt n**ga

Yeah

Representer

Insane I'm a representer

VL I'm a representer

I'm a 22-12representer

What you know 'bout stuffin'kilos in the engine

You a sidewalk n**ga street ain't in you

'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning

Young and thuggin'tryna check a million

Windows tinted with the killer in my system

More than w**d and liquor in my system

Got the brand new whip might see the solar system

On my seventh figure n**gas know the feelin'

Necklace flooded it's a situation

All my b**ches got a situation

County lockup or the police station

We was in some shitty situations

1989I seen a n**ga bleed

Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees

Turned the arcade to a stampede

I was playing'Pac-Man Centipede

Put me on some s**t I never should've seen

Robbin'killin'd**g dealin'in my genes

I was living'in Atlanta juggin'bean

Drea hit a n**ga with the Billie Jean

Josh The Goon got a n**ga back to flowin'

Bought the plane ticket first I wasn't open

From that moment I was west coastin'

Livin'out of Sid apartment smokin'all the roaches

Straight survivin'off of Wendy's Pollo Loco

Forty thirty man I'm 'posed to serve the smokers

Did my re-up la famila with my cholo

Twenty for the chicken that's some pollo loco yeah yeah

Obama got elected today and I got arrested

LA county literally strippin'a n**ga naked

And I never tell on none of my enemies or connection

Motherf**k Jeff Sessions I'm sellin'd**e with a weapon

Only union some of me and my n**gas got is the Western

I'm they favorite rapper when n**gas f**ked up and they stressin'

Lot of n**gas feel like

I got my bucks up and I left 'em

Tell them p**sy n**gas come

Get the f**k up on my level yeah

This how it feel to wake up

And you don't owe nobody s**t

Not an explanation not no conversation D**g Administration

Suck a n**ga d**k

When my daddy ran over eddie with that motorcycle

He ain't been that n**ga since

Seen him transform to crackhead ed

If I got twenty fred can I get a hit

N**ga damn

F**k you Friday was such a great holiday

That I thought I would extend the holiday season

And let's call it I don't give a s**t Saturday

I don't give a s**t about what you think about me

I don't give a s**t about

Who you think I ought to be

I don't give a s**t about you don't like me cussin'

I don't give a s**t what you like

I'm doing what is best for me

I'm doing those things that makes me happy

Those things that I think are positive with me

And that's what you need to say to anyone today

Who comes into your life

Tryna bring negative s**t into your life

Tell 'em

I don't give a s**t

In fact tell them if you not feedin'me

Financing me or f**kin'me I just don't give a s**t

In fact go out on this holiday

Get you some ribs

Put it the grill

And let's call it f**k-a-que

Let's have a f**k-a-que holiday

And not give a s**t about what people

Have to say about you and your life

This is your morning message from the cussing pastor

Have a great day