On The Set Lyrics by Freddie Gibbs
Yeah, check-check
Yeah, uh (Check that), turn me up 3rd, yeah
God damn, they done got Diddy
I used to look up to that nigga even when that nigga Pac dissed him
I wonder if he paid off Pac killers
I wish them, I wish them niggas in L.A. ain’t never pop Biggie
When you die, they ain’t got shit for your moms, they rather ice their neck out
Rest in peace to Rich Homie Quan, you was too young to check out
Industry wasn’t checkin for Gary, I feel like I was left out
Now I spit these raps in my trailer, I gotta report the set now (Uh)
Yeah, I almost gave it up, that was the truth
Got out my feelings and got back in the booth
I’m sittin’ solo up in Sam’s throwin’ racks in the booth
Drunk drivin’ the 911 like it’s accident-proof
The Lord be walkin’ with me, sometimes he carry me like a child
Through all this pistols, powder and pounds, Vanna White, they buyin’ vowels
Sent the flight to pipe her down, and I ain’t never come back around
I’m so impatient with them, got bitches cryin’ in Diego D-M, yeah
Baby, please don’t go, I make a bitch walk down the hill runnin’ kis back up
I heard she doin’ scams, police, they just released that hoe
Couldn’t afford the BBL, she had to lease that hoe
Delete that hoe, I treat that hoe, she think we goin’ out to eat, I’m out, sauce, six wing that hoe
Can’t expose or rat to shit they never seen before
Bitch fucked up my birthday trip, man, why I bring that hoe?
God damn, they done got Diddy
Yeah, I wish they never shot up Pac and Biggie
I was gon’ retire from rap when I seen that shit with Nipsey
Crazy when that shit hit your peers, that shit be hittin’ different
Yeah, shit be stressin’ me incredibly
Yeah, noble summers with Frankie Beverly (Yeah)
Gotta praise the gods while you walkin’ with ’em
[?] perished right after Father’s Day, I was talkin’ with ’em, man, what the fuck?
When I die, put me on the chain, ice your neck out
Rest in peace to Young Dolph, he was too young to check out
Would they pop me if I pull the ‘Rarri or the ‘Vette out?
I left a legacy up in this bitch before I left out
Yeah, check-check
Left a legacy up in this bitch before I left out, yeah
Uh, multimillion dollar nigga, I support the set now
God damn, they done got Diddy
I used to look up to that nigga even when that nigga Pac dissed him
I wonder if he paid off Pac killers
I wish them, I wish them niggas in L.A. ain’t never pop Biggie
When you die, they ain’t got shit for your moms, they rather ice their neck out
Rest in peace to Rich Homie Quan, you was too young to check out
Industry wasn’t checkin for Gary, I feel like I was left out
Now I spit these raps in my trailer, I gotta report the set now (Uh)
Left a legacy up in this bitch before I left out, yeah
Yeah
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