Origami Lyrics by Freddie Gibbs
I’m-, I’m-
Yeah, check
I’m-, I’m-
I’m-, I’m working on dying
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Bruce Wayne ‘caine
750S, Bruce Wayne, crazy bat shit
I put all the jokers in the smoker, it’s a wrap, bitch
Still feel the pressure and the tension from my past tense
Gun shots, mama cryin’, these the sounds of blackness
Tears in my pillow as I lay in the dark (Ah)
Broke his soul, but a master turn the pain into art
Fuck that, a master turn the ‘caine into heart
I showed my homies how to rap and ship it to theyself and break it apart
Bitch, I done started out with the best of them, buried all the rest of them
Niggas steppin’ and hard-pressin’, I set the precedent
Give a fuck if you hard-body or God-body
Bitch, I play with paper, like origami, your homicidal hobby
Yeah, and your baby mama just a hobby
Hit it and I blocked her on Twitter, that bitch’ll never find me (Bitch)
Put you in the wall like the Wyatt family, you’ll never find him
Opps can’t do show in my area, got the hood behind me
Yeah, on the fin, I got the hood behind me
ZO6 trunk in the front, got to pop the hood behind it
Let me bust her friend wide open, guess she was open-minded
Hit her on the side, but she broke the code when she broke the silence
I be on resource while my lil’ niggas resort to violence
Rap and visual radiate niggas, like I see ultraviolet
Cut my last bitch, let her eat the meat if she toss the salad
Put the bitch in the Uber, black as I kill a ho’ with kindness (Hahaha)
Yeah, royal treatment for my niggas slidin’
Yeah, royal oak, could’ve told ’em “Hold the diamonds”
Black-balled me, niggas, they label me, like a fuckin’ problem
Tried to hold me back, but I’m breakin’ through, like a busted condom
Sixteenth sea, bitch, I’m reignin’ through, like a buster bracket (Yeah)
Big money, your head of wonder, your nigga friend savage
Aston Martin music, tell Ricky I got the red advantage
Switched the shit to neon
Put hoes in a transfer portal, just like I’m Deon
While smashin’ on these peon’s
It’s money on the table, I smack a nigga, like cleon
I keep a toosie pack, pink bunnies, they get to ski on
We screamin’ “Fuck the world”, heart cold, sprayed it with three on
Got millions in the bank and I still feel like a slave
My real life your entertainment, these bills got to get paid (Got to get paid)
I was in the ville, choppin’ on blaze
Man, I miss my nigga Sody, I still remember them days, yeah (Days, yeah)
Man, I miss my nigga Sody, I still remember them days, yeah (Days)
Yeah, just a young nigga sittin’ on millions, tryin’ to get paid, yeah (Paid, yeah)
Uh, man, I miss my nigga Sody, I still remember them days, yeah (Days, days)
Still a young nigga, sittin’ on millions, tryin’ to get paid, yeah (Yeah)
I fuck with Freddie Gibbs all the time, he live out here
Yeah, tryin’ to get-, tryin’ to get paid
You know what I’m sayin’? That’s my motherfuckin’ brother
I send for a song, he gon’ do it
I’m-, I’m-
He ask me for anythin’, I’m goin’ to do it with him
Tryin’ to-, tryin’ to get paid
You know what I’m sayin’? That’s my brother
We ain’t never changed up, switched up
Tryin’ to-, tryin’ to get paid
I’m-, I’m working on dying
Came a long way, man, people thought he was gon’ fall after that
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Tryin’ to-, tryin’ to get paid
But I stayed on his ass, you know what I’m sayin’?
And stayed in touch with him
Liftin’ his spirit up, while he was down, you feel me?
Tryin’ to-, tryin’ to get paid
He did the same thing when I was down
When he had got out, I end up goin’ down to do my time
Tryin’ to-, tryin’ to get paid
You know what I’m sayin’? I was there in the evenin’
Reach out to him and all that, you know what I’m sayin’?
It was nothin’ ever denied to me
Tryin’ to-, tryin’ to get paid
I’m-, I’m working on dying
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I’m-, I’m-
American rapper