Need More

[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]

Been that nigga since I was conceived

No bitch trace in my genes, my mama was a G

Known to keep a pistol tucked in my dungarees

And if a nigga try it, he gon' have to murder me

On my mama

Block hotter than Rwanda

Stashing packs in my sister's Honda

I know they heard that we serving

But if they search they won't find them

Out here grinding

With a purpose, posted up like Andrew Bynum

On the block

Ray Allen with these shots (pop-pop)

Put a nigga in a box

Dump the Glock

Where was you at? I forgot

No pistol, no case

Get out the next day

Finessing that ye'

I'm like James with that rock

Put holes in his feet, now he walking with Christ

Don't talk to these niggas, don't talk to these cops

No love for these hoes

I'm chasing this dough

Get miles with that hooptie and then to a drop

Uhhh, snitches don't live where I come from

Pussy niggas get fucked if they want some

I'm tryna get my mama out the fucking slums

So I ain't bout to settle for no fucking crumbs

[Refrain: Joey Fatts]

Bible on the bed

Pistol on the floor

Police on our head

Landlord at the door

Lot of nights we wasn't fed

Bred for the war

So I ain't settling for shit

Tell that bitch I need more (x3)

Lot of nights we wasn't fed

We was bred for the war

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]

I'm from the place where the fucking police can't go

Uhh, started from the bottom, can't reach that low

Uhh, we getting dollars out a bitch, better teach that ho

Uhh, whipping up the ice cream with some sweet yeyo

My neighbor's all on that glass dick

Tryna get high as that last hit

Got me out here selling this crack shit

Could've been a motherfucking draft pick

Like first round, jail-bound

Niggas get crossed out, nailed down

Motherfuckers want a get a fade with me?

Freddie Kane go the whole 12 rounds

On my Mayweather shit

Nigga tryna get Mayweather rich

FG might break a ho

But won't make a ho

But I'll let you take care of the bitch

'Fore you crack that Hen', bless the fifth

Can't a motherfucker live that test the clique

Shout out to my (?)

Motherfuck the police

Nigga, we ain't scared of shit

What it be like?

[Refrain: Joey Fatts]

Bible on the bed

Pistol on the floor

Police on our head

Landlord at the door

Lot of nights we wasn't fed

Bred for the war

So I ain't settling for shit

Tell that bitch I need more (x3)

Lot of nights we wasn't fed

We was bred for the war