Rabbit Mode versuri

Versuri Freddie Gibbs – Rabbit Mode lyrics

[Intro]
Jam, yeah
Check, check
I was me, that’s the only one you know, man
Check, check, uh
Check, check
Check, check, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m in the twilight
Paper so long, I’m livin’ wrong so I could die right (Uh)
Never too low and don’t get too high off of my highlights (Yeah)
Sweet lullaby of death, mama send a nigga night-night
I sing it like a Chi-Lite
It’s been said that I got mental illness (Yeah)
Mixin’ the fent’, I feel it when I seal it
Thought of seein’ federal prison’ll have a nigga itchin’
Said he suicidal, I didn’t believe him until he did it (Yeah)
Niggas kill theyself, it ain’t еasy livin’ with they decisions
Uh, my knuckles bleedin’ from fleein’ dеmons
I’m quick to get a TEC just like Rasheed if I got a reason (Yeah, yeah)
Gorillas in my trunk, an ’82 with that thang beatin’ (Yeah, yeah)
Soon as I stuck my head up out the womb, it was Kane season (Yeah, yeah)
When I came back to the West Coast, I was broke, I ain’t have no motion
The weight up in my shoulders got me loccin’ and smokin’ roaches (Yeah, yeah)
Don’t run off on the plug, I’d rather smoke him before I owe him
I made it out and still couldn’t stop my uncle from overdosin’, yeah
Uh, poppin’ meds got me missin’ Greg
Shouldn’t mix this shit with this liquor, but I took it to the head (Nah)
IRS and child support cases, it got me losin’ bread (Uh)
Tryna feed this beast named Gibbs, it got me losin’ Fred (Yeah)
Felon with a weapon, depression, it got me drinkin’, drivin’
Me and Brandon crashin’ my Hummer, don’t know how he survived it
Most compulsive liars conspire to put me in the fire
I can’t do a murder-for-hire, these niggas wearin’ wires
Uh, I beat myself up every day, feel like I’m goin’ soft (Yeah)
But I realize I’m just evolvin’ and I shook it off
Can’t take a loss ‘cause, bitch, I’m at the Wynn playin’ golf
Lamborghini Revuelto, on the fin, I feel like a boss
Candy rain my necklace, on the fin, bitch, I’m so for real
You in the DM, I’m in Madrid with this ho for real
Traffickin’ herself to pay the bills ‘cause she know the drill
Made me fuck her over thirty times, it was overkill

[Chorus]
Rabbit mode, yeah, the rabbit code (Bitch)
Skull and bones buried in my yard, I dug a rabbit hole (Uh)
Banned me on the ‘Gram, but all my shows packed, no followers (Yeah)
Niggas tradin’ they mics to be on podcasts and be gossipers (Bitch)
Crackers on your publishing, you signed right on that dotted shit
All these dusty jewelry kits, this broke shit so obvious (So obvious)
King of R&B just like Bobby is my prerogative
I’m on they ass just like back pockets, so who you rockin’ with?

[Verse 2]
I’m in the twilight
Gave ‘em the shake and he smoke it with us, Miller High Life
And he on insulin, diabetes took his eyesight (Damn)
Said all he got left is his dreams
Smoked his life away, I reminisce the day that he was clean
I was in an oversized tee and Red Monkey jeans
Beggin’ Finger Roll to hit the stu’ and drop a sixteen (Let me rap, nigga)
Uh, guess I rapped my way up out this shit
Coulda took the inmate or the casket route up out this shit
Black bastard, put me in a casket, I jump up out the shit
Black bastard, never had a master, but got a thousand whips
Media man, the lords wanna be me, Robert Townsend, bitch
Said I lost my mojo, hit the dojo and I found it, bitch

[Chorus]
Smashin’ hoes, rabbit mode, yeah, the rabbit code
Skull and bones buried in my yard, I dug a rabbit hole
Dipped ‘em in the ether, burnin’ soul, wrapped solid gold
Free my nigga Eggo, he’ll be home in 2034, bitch (Yeah)

[Outro]
Yeah (Still that, peace out)
Uh (Yeah), I don’t gotta rap no more, nigga (Nah)
Jam