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Name Taken - Hold On For Your Dearest Life Lyrics

Lose Control by Freddie Gibbs




Lose Control
b**ch I'm ten toes in it
Not a fake a facade or a cloned image
eraption
when ya'll jumped in the streets with my own spinach
Tryin' to get straight up off this sh*t so that I can go on livin'
No song spinnin' so I resort to this zone flippin'
Something must wrong wit em
He takin' this sh*t for granted
Try to ride up in the house with no lights
I can't teach ya how to dougie
But I can teach ya bout this thuggin'
Keepin' it thourough, keep your mouth closed, nigga
Keep it one-hundred
Keep yo head up out my goddamn pocket and keep it pushin'
Keep the reefer keep the white keep the sulfur just keep it cookin'
But keep in mind that any given day you can die for this
As I bag this dope I'm prayin' one day that I could just
Make an honest piece of change
Prolly change the way I live
I'm something niggas can't defend
Gangster Gibbs, straight out the fridge, forty below
No introduction needed cause niggas already know
You already know this
But I'm the motherf**kin' coldest
You sayin' that you did that, lived that
But you ain't quite this, nigga
Cause you already noticed
But I'm the motherf**kin coldest
I keep it really real
Sayin' what the f**k I feel
So let me talk my sh*t
[Gibbs]: So what you talkin' bout, b**ch?
Really ain't sh*t if you ain't talk bout this
I'm runnin' raps around these rappers scratchin' em off my lists
She off that rocker so it's hard for her to stay off my dick
Tryin' get rich and let the dollars flow throughout my clique
So we can break bread
And never ever be broken
Yak tosin, these ID b**ches on my balcony, smokin
We turns them out without a doubt they mouth about to be open
She put her tongue on Valerie while I'm strokin'
I'm that nigga playin it simple
Fresh out the G, the MTV, check her credentials
Hey been a nigga figure since the Jacksons left the city
Reppin' the hardest niggas ain't know that we was rappin' in my city
And regardless if I got supporter backin' from my city
They'll remember me as the the nigga that got it crackin' for my city
And on the mic I never have off nights
Cause every line I write is straight frostbite, nigga
And you already know this
But I'm the motherf**kin' coldest
You sayin' that you did that, lived that
But you ain't quite this, nigga
Cause you already noticed
But I'm the motherf**kin coldest
I keep it really real
Sayin' what the f**k I feel
So let me talk my sh*t
[Gibbs]: So what you talkin' bout, b**ch?
To keep the streets hot, that's my desire
And to hell with the labels
Till it's time for us to sit down at the table
If I don't focus on me
And I speak from my heart
So you know I'mma keep it real
So much bullsh*t in the last six months tried to take my focus
But on a lotta situations them people have to hocus pocus
If anybody ever asks a dumb question like "Will BJ make it?"
Give them a dollar and say "God bless you, cause you must be a basehead"
And you already know this
But I'm the motherf**kin' coldest
You sayin' that you did that, lived that
But you ain't quite this, nigga
Cause you already noticed
But I'm the motherf**kin coldest
I keep it really real
Sayin' what the f**k I feel
So let me talk my sh*t
[Gibbs]: So what you talkin' bout, b**ch?





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