A Thousand Mountains Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist

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[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Chain
Yeah, don't care, yeah
Fu*k it
Ayo

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Still slamming, still 'bout it, still counting
Feel like the only n!gga rap cold as me andre 3000
B!tch, I raised a generation, kicked game on a thousand albums
I should go get me a flute and just disappear in the mountains
Like the black Bruce Wayne, Young Kane, the rabbit man begins
Never late, no expiration date when it's 'bout revenge
I got rich off rapping 'bout crack and s*it, I ain't need the spins
Smacking s*it with two naked actresses, b!tch, take off the skims
When you see 'em, salute 'em or shoot 'em
I'm sick like quarantine, go War Machine once Alchemist loop it
You n!gga pupils, all of my students, so tranquilo, escuchin
We $lut out the villa in St. Lucia while you scamming and boosting, fu*k n!gga
The b!tch was popular, followed her
Bought her ice, she a swallower
Matthew Henson, on my mission, heart as cold as Antarctica (Yes)
She don't fu*k with Geminis, now all these hoes is astrologists
Janky b!tch, I wish that ass and titties came with a doctorate, yeah
Or a Masters, or a Bachelors, at least Associates, b!tch
Thinking with my d!ck, gotta kick these tricks that I associate with
That's why I been ghosting that b!tch
That's why I be ghosting these n!ggas
Ain't no more posting tweets, you know how I'm approaching these n!ggas
S*it don't brack without rabbit, even they fans knew it
They should let me bet on these n!gga flopping on FanDuel (Haha)
B!tch, I built you up, it ain't s*it to get you dismantled
I'm five thousand degrees and you pussies can't hold a candle, b!tch, yeah

[Bridge: ? & Freddie Gibbs]
If a man lets another man take care of him
He shouldn't be offended or get upset whenever, whenever he get treated like a b!tch
(Yeah, yeah, uh)

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
So why these n!gga get it started with me?, yeah
'Bout to put these pussies in a box like that Barbie movie
I fu*ked up my first few packs of rock, that s*it was hardly moving
Hit a lick, now I switch out my whips like the Saudis do it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Uh, riding in my bucket, park the Benzi
B!tch, I'll buy your mama house and put her out like DJ Envy
Angela Yee to Charlamagne, gee, y'all got some names on y'all
It's Mr. Platinum, Ghost rabbit, I put frames on walls
I put frames on Vogues, blowing change on hoes
Saw your ashy-ass stones and kept it plain rose gold, yeah
N!gga claim they moving weight, I know they name can't hold
Staring down my barrel 'fore the devil claim your soul, fu*k n!gga
I treat this s*it like Mortal Kombat, two hundred to get your moms back
Don't call polices, b!tch, or we gon' flip and send her thumbs back, yeah
Mexico made a mill and I ain't have to ship a crumb back, yeah
S*it ain't fun when rabbit got the gun, ho, where the funds at?
Raised my generation, kicked game on a thousand albums
I should go get me a flute and just disappear in the mountains
Tell the truth, I got the youth in the booth, I found the Fountain
N!gga been rapping like twenty years, I can go for another thousand or stop (Uh, yeah)
Seven grams left, I should go for another thousand
I'm an East Gary n!gga, food stamps and public housing
I should go get me a flute and just disappear in the mountains, ya b!tch