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Freddie Gibbs 、Madlib -Practice

Written by ：Donny Hathaway 、Madlib 、Freddie Gibbs

Produced by ：Madlib

Yeah

I had it all

This one that one

I thought it was tight tight new situation

But you know what I mean

I'm fooling myself you know what I'm saying

Yeah yeah my n**ga I went T-Pain for her

She 'bout to get off work at the club

I used to wait for her

F**king up my whole family structure

To clear the day for her

When I was going through problems at home

I should have prayed more

Dear Lord but I didn't

So I'm tangled in this position

Made a commitment to both of these women

And never considering both of they feelings

I got too deep so after I beat

I should've just deaded it from the beginning

'Cause I admit that I got a bit jealous

When she was at Floyd crib stripping

And that ain't like me this ain't the right me

But that ain't her fault

She call my phone with all the tough talk

I went the f**k off

Wasn't seeking another relationship

I just needed to duck off

Got a cougar b**ch in the boonies that p**sy

I knock the dust off

When all the trust lost

Sometimes the love is soon to follow

Wifey'll put me out the crib and

Tell me to come back home tomorrow

When I got caught the f**k up

She hit me with the ultimatum

You need to come home with your daughter

Nothing more important than your baby

D**gs got me crazy

Uh yeah

You know what I'm sayin'n**ga

S**t's crazy man

Selling d**e smoking d**e

You know what I'm saying all that

All that s**t being around s**t

Yeah

Push you to the limit you know what I mean

Or you past the limit you know what I mean

These streets and these h**s don't love you

You don't feel no love out here n**ga

Yeah dat like Mitchy Slick say she no comprende yeah

I'm chopping s**t up like a sensei to get to rent day yeah

My trunk got more blocks than Dikembe

The DEA they snatched my black a**straight up out of first class

Flying from Midway Damn

One foot in rap one foot in the trap

But I'm really trapping for my homies

They too incompetent for this balancing act

If they really love me

They'd be keeping me from it to keep it a hundred

How you complain about the price

When you getting everything fronted

W**d h**oin and 'caine flips was my main b**ch

She tried to make me go to counseling

But that ain't change s**t

Searching for licks up in the streets

They come and go like Pok émon

Don't get no R-E-S-P-E-C-T from my baby mama's mom

Put some respect up on my name like

Beatrice mil'in a mattress

Fake love I really don't need it like

Allen ain't need the practice

Hell yeah n**ga we talking about practice

How I'm gonna break up with the streets

I got the questions but I can't find the answers

Delicate circumstances

Yeah

It's gon'be alright though

Have the b**ches there

You know what I'm sayin'

At the end of the day yeah

Instagram Snapchat get you locked up

Hard to sit in the city and s**t

You know what I'm sayin'

N**gas and these b**ches

Ain't no love in this situation at all

You know what I'm sayin'

Yeah uh