Piñata

[Produced by Madlib] [Verse 1: Domo Genesis & Freddie Gibbs] Live like 9-5 (Ah), I rhyme and come alive (Bitch) My grind divides fine through my divine eyes (Ah) It's primetime, you wish you could buy time but it's my time Thoughts against I, blasphemy, it's like a vice crime I roll 'em thick and I ignite mines I don't even get high, I just get equally back in my right mind I'm getting lethal with these nice lines, creeping through your speakers Catch you sleeping like a thief off in the nighttime Young Doms, none of you niggas correspond, bitch Kick the fuck out of the track, some Jean-Claude shit Get the fuck out of the streets, nigga, I bomb shit Shit ain't all good no more, y'all on your con shit (Ah) Fuck is your conscience? (Ah) Testing me is nonsense The whole city is mine, I'm the best off in my conference Ain't feeling me? Fine (Augh!), ain't gotta listen to my shit (Bitch) You can hear about me from the critics all on my dick (Augh!) [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs & G-Wiz] Bitch, I've been thuggin' since the motherfuckin' ten-speed (Yeah) Redbone on my handlebars, I like my bitches mixed-breed (Uh, yeah) Fill a Philly Titan with a twenty sack of stress weed Educated (Augh!), at the stove I'm working recipes Reputation say I'm robbin' just for recreation (Hahaha!) Revive my enemy with gun-to-mouth resuscitation (Ah, bitch) Can't wait 'til this little pussy nigga pay me, I'm impatient (Bitch) Let's go kick in they door and strip 'em naked, leave 'em stinking (Augh, ah!) No witness, no weapon, my nigga, the case is over The reaper snatched him (Augh), closed-casket, his family need some closure (Yeah) And Moses had ten commandments, Huey had ten points (Rah) Won't see my homie for ten, dropped him off at the joint Staring at my future in my rear-view (Uh) Family cried some tears, I got some years, it ain't no issue Mama where the tissue? (Uh) Saw her breaking down, she just might cry a river (Yeah) Murder one, (Yeah) she can't believe she raised that type of nigga [Verse 3: G-Wiz & Casey Veggies] I tried to do right, but it only got your boy fucked in the game So I changed my mind, now I'm back on this grind tryna get this change Niggas hate to see me getting it, traveling packs with a red dot Pointed at your knot, trying to get what you got When the rain and the pain gon' stop? Standing on the porch early, no shoes, selling blow in my socks And I was watching from the ghetto burb' Ain't got no money for college so all I know is how to sack and how to serve I be damned if I miss another lick for the chips Got me stacking, almost splurging on weed, syrup, and whips Niggas around my way be loving it, I'm Cadillac-in' Blowing good alligators with the belts to match I got an ounce with an ounce to match, bust it down, get back Hopefully, maybe get the clique out the trap I need dough like a bread baker (Aw, man) 24/7, got ready on the turf, player All-day [Verse 4: Casey Veggies] Make 'em hop in the new coupe Niggas been winning, that ain't nothing new Forgive me for the sinning that they be doing in this business Not using their words to express truth Out in the streets with a screw loose On the Westside I got the juice Just tell me what you trying to do She loving the crew and ain't fucking with you I go where the hood niggas get into it I go where the bad girls go shop Every window tinted but the rooftop That money I just spend it to get you shot Can they be hating? They got no reason Right where they got me, the place I delete 'em We kicking on weaklings just for they little secrets I can't believe it, the shit that I'm seeing I'm hearing they words, doing my reading It's really absurd, not enough leaders The shit that they feed you, it's just what you eating They call me young Veggies, I make it go green, uh (Yeah) I smash your whole team, the fuck is you saying? You got the candies, the niggas is spraying To get away and take over the land, yeah [Verse 5: Sulaiman & Meechy Darko] My mind on capital, I'm not just rapping, dude (Rapping) I'm out to speak actual factual, watch how a master moves (What?) You ball a fist, what that gon do? I'm from a city clapping fools You off the tit lacking while (Hah) watching me fashion stools (Nasty) Shitting styles, you never had a hotline that I didn't dial (Hello?) Little princes always trying to fit a bigger crown But don't forget I sit amidst some seasoned gents Them bitches knowing he a pimp, ain't even need to read the blimp (It was a good day) Good day to O'Shea (Ayy), a Death Certificate for anyone who lay in my way You best revisit all the tombstones that lay in my wake (What?) Me being knowledge, be honest You seen the prophet get sacrificed by the opps It get ratchet when ratchets out and they firing (Ha...) Residue on piñatas, wonder what's up inside of 'em (Ha...) It's sure ain't no Vicodin cause it up and excited 'em (Ha...!) But they ain't get high enough, if you ain't succeed, nigga (Ha...!) Buy again and try again (Hagh!) [Verse 6: Meechy Darko & Mac Miller] It's the irrational type of nigga to John Madden tackle you Steal your car keys and crash your coupe in the botanical Wrap you with shackles, tangle you Pull from every angle, dismantle you Watch your blood mixed with mud and stain the gravel too Grab and shoot, rib cage open like a parachute Close range, switchblade, poke 'em if it's personal Bloodstains, gold fangs, mask on, no trace Murder one, closed case, stolen whip, no plates Half a body in the trunk, go to prison? No way Speed off the Brooklyn Bridge before I catch a cold case Realize I'm the voice, for those that do not have a voice So I voice my fuckin' voice, I don't have a fuckin' choice Cold-blooded lizard niggas, well I hope you got insurance Shotgun is sure to lift 'em like the potent in my joint Barrels smokin' like Red Auerbach Still can't believe I'm gettin' fed off rap I don't know what's louder, the pack or the gat (Woo!) [Verse 7: Mac Miller & Howie Scream] My endorphins are morphin', absorbin' energy Original copy, A Tale of Two Cities gets read to me Reading Emerson novels, eatin' some Belgian waffles Some powder go up my nostrils, my dick goin' down her tonsils What's up? Play with an abacus, I've been stressin' like Catholics That's the shit, a bit of that happiness in my cup This generation corrupt, these people brainwashed with evil My music is more cerebral, explorin' just what you need to So this your exodus, Church of the Methodist Beatin' up the pussy, have her screamin' like a exorcist (Agh) Absorb it through your pores, the Lord with horns, a world war Whores are more hors d'oeuvres when it's a world tour O'Doyle rules [Interlude: Movie Sample] —Nigga That cocaine I laid on you, you used—huh? I didn’t ask you for nothing up front Got your ass started, now this is it! Ain’t got no coke left Yo, the [lines?] is still open Aw shit, you can get it nigga! You wanna get it! Your goddamn [?] Over there, talk to me and you ain’t got a gun in your hand Please, come on, put the gun down, please I’ll kill this nigga [?] We’re just trying to get out, please don’t kill him—you know what it means, try and get out? Huh? Please man, I’m sorry What do you mean—nigga? You want more blow? Now that’s what I need, oh [Outro: Freddie Gibbs] You, blow my mind, baby (Hahaha) No, turn the song off though, hit record I’ve been watching you, for so very long Trying to get my girl, built up to be so strong I really want to meet you, but I'm kind of scared (Hahaha) 'Cause you're the kind of lady with so much class I get my thoughts together, for the very next day But when I see you, lady, I forget what to say (Hahaha) Ooh, you really turn me on Come on, come on, come on Come and talk to me, I really want to meet you Can I talk to you? Ooh, baby (Hahaha) Ahahaha! Casey and Jojo! (Hahaha) Don’t say I didn’t warn you! (Hahaha)