Freddie Gibbs – Decoded

Freddie Gibbs – Decoded Lyrics

Artist: Freddie Gibbs
Song: Decoded

Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Mama said it would be days like this
Knew the police was gon’ raid like this

Knew this sh#t was in my veins like this
n#gg#, f#ck it, I get paid like this
Mama said that it’d be days like this
Knew the police was gon’ raid like this

Knew this sh#t was in my veins like this (Yeah)
n#gg#, f#ck it, I get paid like this (Yeah, yeah)
sh#t get wet, up, triple threat, uh
Devil in the flesh walking in Triple S, uh

Bullet with the green tip go through the vests, uh
1990 Testarossa, f#ck a Tesla
My Uncle Sam sold me them yams, government issued grams
Grandma got her taxes back, I can trap out the Grand Am

Cooking dope to Gregory and Luther, that was a n#gg# jam (There’s nothing better than love)
b#tch, ain’t nothing better than love, go get it from your man
Iced out G where my heart used to be (b#tch)
I smoke a n#gg# then show up while they reading his eulogy

I blew my first million on cars, drugs, b#tches and jewelry
I rent a section, now all of my connection Chuck Woolery
Corleone casino, Freddie Tarantino
They do me like Benny Blanco then I’ll go smoke Carlito

In Vegas, I sold a kilo at a suite in the Rio
I often eat with them people that’ll kidnap your people
I live for the moment, stuck in the minute
In an instance, my vision was showing what I was missing

Damn, I should’ve listened
Too many homies locked down off in prison, living
Isn’t this how it was supposed to be?
Chose to be knee-deep off in this dope game and I sold a ki’

To an undercover, low-down m#th*rf#ck*r got me
Ducking indictments, paying the price is an understatement
I’m ten toes in the pavement
I’d rather die than give a statement

And we don’t talk to police, f#ck 12, f#ck ’em
Let ’em meet me in hell ’cause a cell ain’t an option
The streets ain’t the only people watching
(Feds on my line, every phone call popping)

I can hear it deep down in my spirit
I’m super careful what I say, a n#gg# leery
You hear me?
Man, it’s like we failed our youngsters, man

It’s like we not giving the youngsters that game no more, man
That sh#t that they can live by
That sh#t they can, you know, music to drive by, you feel me?
Like, like, like, my, my n#gg#

These lil’ youngsters walkin’ around this b#tch like they bulletproof, man
Come on, dawg, wake the f#ck up, man
Don’t you know a n#gg#’d knock your head motherf#ckin’ out here with that b#llsh#t?
Quit playing, dawg, straight up

Soul Sold Separately
Triple S in-room dining and delicacies, how may I be of service to you?
Norva, Lambo, it’s Julian, man
Yo, you guys gotta turn this f#ckin’ album in, man

It’s been three years
Freddie has himself holed up in a f#ckin’ suite in Vegas
I know he’s tryna charge us for that sh#t
You guys are way overbudget

Yo, listen, I do not wanna lose my job for of this
Love you guys, but I got two kids in private school
And by the way, Norva, put the wings down
f#ckin’ room service is not recoupable

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Release Year: 2022