Extradite 歌词
Extradite - Freddie Gibbs/Black Thought
The devil is a motherf**kin' liar
Straight kill 'em
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Here we come though
Here we come though
Took his order then I served his quarter like five nickels
Man I'll stay on point like icicle
Niggas can't decode or figure my rhyme riddles
Took my money to the source and said
F**k the man in the middle
Talkin' hard soft h****n green that's what we had boy
Erica was the bag lady I was the bag boy
Option was that minimum wage live in a cage
Buildin' a prison everyday man they cultivatin' these slaves
In this new age dude's wage is fugaz
I'm the whole gallon and half pint like School Daze
I been killin' 'em since Kool Moe Dee Ra Kool Face
Zero dollars zero tolerance lettin' that tool bang ni**a
Yeah ni**a
And if the devil die today I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
'Bout the Michael Jackson beat it I mean it I got a powder day
And nothin' funny but I play with the money like it's Monopoly
And if the devil die today I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
I used to lay in bed starin' at the ceilin' fan
Feelin' cramps wishin' I could get a killer gram
Tryna understand why I wanna kill a man
With high hopes like rubber tree plants and ants
We cheat death with each breath the only one who make
It last forever is Keith Sweat you ever see a
Body lyin' dead in the streets yet then eat breakfast
Swallow forced beliefs like police justice
If my city is like yours then cereal scratch
Fingerprints is wiped off if people seem to
Always have somethin' to fight for but still end up
In the state pen or the psych ward
It's lights off
They catch so many casualties it's like war
That's the reason I don't believe in the hype y'all
The devil talkin' 'bout he wanna extradite y'all
Now I'm the ni**a
He shinin' the search light for
Yeah ni**a
And if the devil die today I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
'Bout the Michael Jackson beat it I mean it I got a powder day
And nothin' funny but I play with the money like it's Monopoly
And if the devil die today I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
Freestyle ni**a
Homie showed me a 9 milli and 9 nickel
Man I'll stay on point like icicle
Say you got that yola your fishscale lookin' fickle
They like Jordans out of the gas station they ain't official
I got thousand dollar jeans on my a** cheek
Cousin got her lights and her gas cut last week
How that make me look if I don't help her get up on her feet
She keep a different ni**a now she in there pregnant every week
I pray you take these devils out our life lord
That's our vice lord
Baby momma's come with the drama made her my wife lord
Know I'm doing no hope you see I'm trying to do right lord
Shake 'em up and blowin' the dice I pray the price lord lord
Yeah ni**a
And if the devil die today I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
'Bout the Michael Jackson beat it I mean it I got a powder day
And nothin' funny but I play with the money like it's Monopoly
Yeah yeah and if the devil die today I'mma treat it like it's a holiday
Yo my memoirs are like the Anarchist's Cookbook
Meets the Tom Ford spring summer look book
Some people wanna see me hanging from a good
Instead I hang with a language and slang in
The anguish and pain fit as well cause it came with us
After all these years carrying this shame with us
Now the entire planet is going insane with us
Seven year old kids carrying flame spitters
Fortified fences mortify senses
Crossfire miss my little daughter by inches
Chemical dependence medical expenses
But no amount of money on earth can buy vengeance
Writing a life sentence sirens fire engines
Tyrants seen through the eyes of the wide lenses
Senseless crimes cause some of us want to drive Benzes
But are you tryna ride with us or against us
As long as they kill us
And go to Wendy's and have a burger and go to sleep
They gon' keep killing us
But when we die and they die
Then soon we gon' sit at a table and talk about it retired
We want some of this earth
Or we'll this goddamn country apart
Assalamualaikum