$500 Ounces

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]

Yeah, yeah,  Kane train

Uh, mic check, check

Yeah, mic check, check

Uh, yeah, yeah, mic check, check

Yeah, uh, uh, mic check, check

Yeah, uh, nigga, check, check

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

It's been a long time since I tasted

Workin' that hot plate, cookin' in my homeboy basement

And Lambo knocked the coke off the table, that nigga wasted

I showed him the new straps, the AK with the green laser (Bing, bing, bing)

I'm on some street shit, my baby mama tweet shit to stir up my haters

I'm like, "Why she wanna stick me for my paper?"

But fuck it, that's life, it's what you make it, one day you gon' meet your maker

Kobe died, I swear a nigga might cry when I watch the Lakers, damn

All our mamas would watch us, boy, we was neighbors

But how you look a nigga mom in the face when you shot her baby? (Bow)

I got skeletons in my closet, right next to Balenciaga

Call me Fred DiBiase, garage is a million dollars, my nogga

Yeah, it's just the way that God be plannin' shit

I drop a load, I take a load off, that's load management

At Last Lap, I dropped the ho off and bagged a Spanish bitch

Pulled out the dick, she snort the coke off, I'm livin' lavishly

[Interlude: Freddie Gibbs & Roc Marciano]

Yeah, Kane, huh

Bitch nigga, you know what it is, baby, yeah

Told you from the go

Told you from the get go

You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta go

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano & Westside Gunn]

Uh, ain't no Ls on my jacket

The MAC-11 hit your melon and crack it (Crack it)

Ain't no pads for that in that medicine cabinet (No)

Can't mess with whatever's in that gelatin tablet (Fuck that)

Ten metal fragments can flip your skeleton backwards (Flip 'em)

All you seen after that was blackness (Mm)

This ain't no backpack shit, he slangs half a brick

Bitch, you need to ease back a bit, the trench has cactus pins (Ow)

The seats in the Benz Lenny Kravitz skin, don't get your cabbage split (Tan shit)

It don't matter what establishment, we in it (We gettin' shipped the fuck out)

Always get the biggest chicken wing, you don't get to eat on one onion ring

At least a hundred Jesus links underneath the mink

Yellow Bugatti look like a bumblebee

Compressor on the front to muffle the heat

The submachine gun, it come with the beam amongst other things that's unseen

To run with me, you need sunscreen cream, see I'm covered in bling (Bling)

Motherfucker, ain't no shade, even under the trees where monkeys swing (Ah-ah-ah)

The marijuana money green, I'm runnin' the company like a drug ring

Livin' comfortably off of gut instinct

That fell upon me once I was done with the streets (Uh)

You still scheme in public, P, let me bring you up to speed

You get your wig spun like a tumbleweed in Belize, I get on the beat and bleed (Bleed)

Sacrifice of livin' and bein' to please deities

Them were VVs, flood the big Nefertiti piece (Ayo)

[Verse 3: Westside Gunn]

I had the rusty forty-five, I had the MAC, too (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brr, I had the MAC too, brr)

You hang with a rat, you a rat, too (You's a rat, too)

We used to chip in on the big, bag it up, that's my rent

You take a shift, I take a shift, the feds come, raise my kids

Take my phone, keep the licks goin', never bust a brick open (Ah)

12-12 baggers was baggin', flaggin'

Rick Owens over pots, hand me some ice, he left the fridge open

I'm tryna see my kids grow up, y'all niggas' ribs showin'

God made light, Dolce Gabbana on my A-like day and night (Day and night)

My young niggas'll take your life (Boom, boom, ah, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

East side niggas'll never change (They'll never change)

Brick come through and spill your brains (Brr, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, brr)