On The Set Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs

Read the full On The Set lyrics by Freddie Gibbs along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Freddie Gibbs’s music, you can also explore Status and Nobody Like You, two other songs by Freddie Gibbs.

[Intro]
Yeah, check-check
Yeah, uh (Check that), turn me up 3rd, yeah

[Chorus]
God damn, they done got Diddy
I used to look up to that n!gga even when that n!gga Pac dissed him
I wonder if he paid off Pac killers
I wish them, I wish them n!ggas in L.A. ain’t never pop Biggie
When you die, they ain’t got s*it for your moms, they rather ice their neck out
Rest in peace to Rich Homie Quan, you was too young to check out
Industry wasn’t checkin for Gary, I feel like I was left out
Now I spit these raps in my trailer, I gotta report the set now (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I almost gave it up, that was the truth
Got out my feelings and got back in the booth
I’m sitting solo up in Sam’s throwing racks in the booth
Drunk driving the 911 like it’s accident-proof
The Lord be walking with me, sometimes he carry me like a child
Through all this pistols, powder and pounds, Vanna White, they buying vowels
Sent the flight to pipe her down and I ain’t never come back around
I’m so impatient with them, got b!tches crying in Diego D-M, yeah
Baby, please don’t go, I make a b!tch walk down the hill running kis back up
I heard she doing scams, police, they just released that hoe
Couldn’t afford the BBL, she had to lease that hoe
Delete that hoe, I treat that hoe, she think we going out to eat, I’m out, sauce, six wing that hoe
Can’t expose or rat to s*it they never seen before
B!tch fu*ked up my birthday trip, man, why I bring that hoe?

[Refrain]
God damn, they done got Diddy
Yeah, I wish they never shot up Pac and Biggie

[Verse 2]
I was gon’ retire from rap when I seen that s*it with Nipsey
Crazy when that s*it hit your peers, that s*it be hitting different

Yeah, s*it be stressing me incredibly
Yeah, noble summers with Frankie Beverly, yeah
Gotta praise the gods while you walking with ’em
(??) perished right after Father’s Day, I was talking with ’em, man, what the fu*k?
When I die, put me on the chain, ice your neck out
Rest in peace to Young Dolph, he was too young to check out
Would they pop me if I pull the ‘Rarri or the ‘Vette out?
I left a legacy up in this b!tch before I left out

[Break]
Yeah, check-check
Left a legacy up in this b!tch before I left out, yeah
Uh, multimillion dollar n!gga, I support the set now

[Chorus]
God damn, they done got Diddy
I used to look up to that n!gga even when that n!gga Pac dissed him
I wonder if he paid off Pac killers
I wish them, I wish them n!ggas in L.A. ain’t never pop Biggie
When you die, they ain’t got s*it for your moms, they rather ice their neck out
Rest in peace to Rich Homie Quan, you was too young to check out
Industry wasn’t checkin for Gary, I feel like I was left out
Now I spit these raps in my trailer, I gotta report the set now (Uh)

[Outro]
Left a legacy up in this b!tch before I left out, yeah
Yeah