Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Ensalada (feat. Anderson .Paak) [Clean - Lyrics]

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Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Ensalada (feat. Anderson .Paak) [Clean - Lyrics]

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Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Alfredo 2

Lyrics:

Intro (Freddie Gibbs) | 0:00
Check, uh, right, uh
It's a lotta, uh
It's a lotta, uh
It's a lotta, it's a lotta

Verse 1 (Freddie Gibbs) | 0:16
It's a lotta cold nights, hunger pains in this b****
Water whippin' on some 'caine in this b****
Robbin' when ain't s*** to slang in this b****
It's a lotta
It's a lotta cold tears, hard times in this b****
Murder can't stay off my mind in this b****
Ain't no love, she don't reside in this b****
Wakin' up to cold sweats, I'm soakin' wet
Ain't got the stomach or the mind for this s***
You ever had to work the dope line?
See your homie mom stand in the line for this s***?
It's a lotta, it's a lotta choppas
Lotta dirty guns in this b****
It's all fun and games till a n**** need to
bail out and ain't got the funds in this b****
F***-a** n**** only comin' 'round me
when you're down on your luck-ass n****
Ask who the f*** I trust? B****, I trust me
I could never trust nan' n****
Poppin' in another clip and if they catch me
slippin', least I never ducked nan' n****
Ask who the f*** I trust? B****, I trust me
I could never trust nan' n****
Get the switches, got the b****** mixin'
up the fent' and dirtied up the dishes
Customary, obituary, put your a**
inside a homicide edition
S*** me in the drop on 26's
F*** a phone or video, some b******
Ask who the f*** I trust? B****, I trust me
I could never trust these b******, yeah

Chorus (Anderson .Paak) | 1:17
Help me get away from this godforsaken
place I'm in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
You should run away if you ain't really
ready for the way I live (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It makes my heart break when I see
gangstas turn to angels (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
Yet, I'm still grateful and I would never
ever want to trade it (Ooh, yeah-yeah)

It's a lotta, it's a lotta n***** I would
probably love to take in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It's a lotta, it's a lotta b******, but I
wanna see my babies (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
Help me get away from this godforsaken
place I'm in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
No flatter (Yeah), pay the driver to go the
opposite way to Vegas (Ooh, yeah-yeah, yeah)

Verse 2 (Freddie Gibbs) | 1:47
S*** is scary, obituary
Put your a** inside a homicide edition
Dippin' in a dunk on 26's
Mixin' up the fent', we dirtied up the dishes
It's a lot of, it's a lot of stab wounds
Scars, stitches on my body
N***** wanna take the spirit out my body
Took the hit, but I ain't snitchin' on nobody
F***-a** n****
I done whipped across the map to get a n****
whacked, I crossed a couple timezones
Diary confessions of a killer
I see dead faces with my eyes closed
Feel like n***** never really met a plug
All imaginary Pablos
Diary confessions of a killer
I see dead faces with my eyes closed
It's a lot of f*** n***** false-flaggin'
on the gang, steady duckin' calls
Hope them n***** changed on the 'Gram
Cloutin' off a n***** name
It's a lotta, it's a lotta, said it's a lot of n*****
fightin' versus one of me
Before I run off, they gon' have to murder me
I reminisce on what this s*** did done to me
A lotta white sheet, yellow tape dreams
When your life a nightmare, you can't dream
So instead of runnin', tryna chase dreams
I was makin' sure the safe clean
It's a lot of n***** on the state team
Givin' white sheet, yellow tape dreams
Tie a n**** up 'cause I don't chase dreams
I was makin' sure the safe clean, it's a lot

Chorus (Anderson .Paak) | 2:49
Help me get away from this godforsaken
place I'm in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
You should run away if you ain't really
ready for the way I live (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It makes my heart break when I see
gangstas turn to angels (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
Yet, I'm still grateful, and I would never
ever want to trade it (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It's a lotta, it's a lotta n***** I would
probably love to take in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It's a lotta, it's a lotta b******, but I
wanna see my babies (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
Help me get away from this godforsaken
place I'm in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
No flatter, pay the driver to go the
opposite way to Vegas (Ooh, yeah-yeah)

Outro | 3:20