Cosmo Freestyle Lyrics by Freddie Gibbs
Time to freak it, yeah
And Lambo both gone
I ain’t fuckin’ with y’all niggas in Vegas no more
Y’all had a nigga on tequila, crack, Daniel, all that shit
Yeah, Eastside, I claim that (Yeah)
I recorded my first raps on 47th, I flamed that
That was back in ’04, I was ridin’ ’round bumpin’ T, yeah, ASAP
Now I’m a real urban legend
Every day, a nigga free of blessings
Rock ’em and destroy the murder weapon
Yeah (Yeah), whack him, get another murder weapon
Don’t go out like Keefe D, snitchin’ over Vlad TV
Bad bitch, drove from D.C., tryna fuck a nigga for a fee
Make her say that she a freaky girl, give me head in the Hummer EV (In the hummer)
I done been crossed, I done been hit, I done been stepped on (Yeah, stepped on)
Nigga took a loss after lost friends, leave when that check gone
Slept on, but a broken heart ain’t gon’ feed these kids (These kids)
I got to have a talk with God ’bout all the things I did, yeah
Drugs, aggravated robbery (Uh)
Hurtin’ on the inside and hide behind this tough shit and it’s misogyny
See, the man in the mirror ain’t gon’ lie to me
Whole lot of snake niggas, they surroundin’ me
Can’t even blame ’em if they want to body me
Niggas’ll knock you out to get a followin’, I know, yeah
Yeah, I know (Yeah), I had to fall back and let shit breathe (Yeah)
Actin’ back to the rabbit, nigga, like Bo Jackson, I switched leaves
Niggas don’t want no guest verses, I’m the real king of these sixteens, bitch
Bitch, I’m the real king of these sixteens (Yeah)
Twenty-fours, forty-eights, fortunate enough to fornicate
And on the regular basis, niggas fuckin’ up like it’s a shakin’
Mama German and Daddy Jamaican, got all colors, my bitches ain’t racist
Got all colors, I’m preachin’ diversity, yeah
Fuck a surgery, I put you in somebody university
I know God got a plan for me or he would’ve let niggas come murder me
But these bitches can’t bully me, bother me, worry me
I’ma be thuggin’ this shit ’til they burry me
When we do killin’, we do this shit thoroughly
Hit the collection and I made it flirt (Yeah)
Ten-thousand in ones, let’s get this shit done
Her hand on the supers, I give IG boosters on motherfuckin’ jewelry
Two of young bitches, now I’m in a hurry
Eight A.M. flight, why they book it so early? Damn
Got an eight A.M. flight, why they book it so early? Shit
Freddie, you can’t go back, man
You see how you livin’ over here?
Nigga, you ballin’
The baddest bitches on your dick
Come enjoy some of this decadence
Some of this extravadance
Some of this-, I said extravadance, I meant extrava-
Nigga, you know what the fuck I’m talkin’ ’bout
Who needs school, nigga, when you got bitches?
Look, you got a pound of coke
You don’t even want to smoke the shit, you want to sell the shit
Nigga, I’m tryin’ to get to enjoy some of that
But at least sellin’ it cool
But why don’t you do some of that shit?
Nigga, it’s cool, check this out
Ah, ah, ah, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ ‘about Freddie
As long as you keep sinnin’, I’ma keep winnin’
