Ensalada Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist

“Ensalada” Lyrics by Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist is a latest English song in the voices of Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new “Ensalada” song lyrics are also written by Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. In “Ensalada”, Freddie Gibbs reflects on the harsh and dangerous life he’s lived—surrounded by violence, drügs, fake friends, and betrayal. He talks about trust issues, cold nights, and traumatic memories, while also showing a desire to escape it all and be with his kids. Despite the pain, he’s still standing, holding on to his survival instincts and refusing to let anyone break him.

Ensalada Lyrics

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Check, uh
Right, uh
It’s a lotta, uh
It’s a lotta, uh
It’s a lotta, it’s a lotta

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
It’s a lotta cold nights off the pains in this b!tch
Water whipping on some ‘caine in this b!tch
Robbing when ain’t s*it to slang in this b!tch
It’s a lotta, it’s a lotta cold tears, hard times in this b!tch

Murder can’t stay off my mind in this b!tch
Ain’t no love, she gon’ reside in this b!tch
Waking up to cold sweats, I’m soaking wet
Ain’t got the stomach or the mind for this s*it
You ever had to work the dope line, see your homie mom stand in the line for this s*it?
It’s a lotta, it’s a lotta choppas, lotta dirty guns in this b!tch
It’s all fun and games ’til a n!gga need to bail out and ain’t got the funds in this b!tch
Fu*k-ass n!gga, only coming ’round me when your down on your luck-ass n!gga
Ask who the fu*k I trust? B!tch, I trust me, I could never trust nan’, n!gga
Popping in another clip and if they catch me slipping, least I never ducked nan’, n!gga
Ask who the fu*k I trust? B!tch, I trust me, I could never trust nan’, n!gga
Get the switches, got the b!tches mixing up the fent’ and dirtied up the dishes
Customary obituary, put your ass inside a homicide edition
Suck me in the drop on 26s, fu*k a phone or video, some b!tches
Ask who the fu*k I trust? B!tch, I trust me, I could never trust these b!tches, yeah

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Help me get away from this God forsaken place I’m in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
You should run away if you ain’t really ready for the way I live (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It makes my heart break when I see gangstas turn to angels (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
Yet, I’m still grateful and I would never ever want to trade it (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It’s a lotta, it’s a lotta n!ggas I would probably love to take in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It’s a lotta, it’s a lotta b!tches, but, I wanna see my babies (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
Help me get away from this God forsaken place I’m in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
No flatter, yeah, pay the driver to go the opposite way to Vegas (Ooh, yeah-yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
S*it is scary, obituary, put your ass inside a homicide edition
Dipping in a dunk on 26s, mixing up the fent’, we dirtied up the dishes
It’s a lot of, it’s a lot of stab wounds, scars, stitches on my body
N!ggas wanna take the spirit out my body, took the hit but I ain’t snitching on nobody
Fu*k-ass n!gga, I done whipped across the map to get a n!gga whacked, I crossed a couple timezones
Diary confessions of a killer, I see dead faces with my eyes closed
Feel like n!ggas never really met a plug, all imaginary Pablos
Diary confessions of a killer, I see dead faces with my eyes closed
It’s a lot of fu*k n!ggas false-flagging on the gang, steady ducking calls
Hope them n!ggas changed, on the ‘Gram, clouting off a n!gga’s name
It’s a lotta, it’s a lotta, said it’s a lot of n!ggas fighting versus one of me
Before I run off, they gon’ have to murder me
I reminisce on what this s*it did done to me
A lotta white sheet, yellow tape dreams
When your life a nightmare, you can’t dream
So instead of running, tryna chase dreams
I was making sure the safe clean
It’s a lotta, n!ggas on the state team
Giving white sheet, yellow tape dreams
Tie a n!gga up, ’cause I don’t chase dreams
I was making sure the safe clean, it’s a lot

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Help me get away from this God forsaken place I’m in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
You should run away if you ain’t really ready for the way I live (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It makes my heart break when I see gangstas turn to angels (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
Yet, I’m still grateful and I would never ever want to trade it (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It’s a lotta, it’s a lotta n!ggas I would probably love to take in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
It’s a lotta, it’s a lotta b!tches, but, I wanna see my babies (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
Help me get away from this God forsaken place I’m in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)
No flatter, pay the driver to go the opposite way to Vegas (Ooh, yeah-yeah)

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Ensalada Lyrics Meaning

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Freddie’s just warming up here, setting the mood. The repeated “it’s a lotta” hints that he’s about to unpack some heavy stuff—trauma, pain, and chaos. It’s like he’s taking a deep breath before diving into a world full of struggles.

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Freddie’s painting a raw and dark picture of life in the streets. He’s been through long, cold nights where pain was the only constant. He talks about cooking and selling drügs, and when there’s nothing left to sell, people turn to robbery just to survive. It’s a place full of tears, death, and mental struggles. The thought of murder keeps creeping into his mind, and love feels completely out of place in that world.

He wakes up drenched in sweat, clearly haunted by the life he’s living. His mind and body are worn out, and he’s seen people he cares about, like a friend’s mom, trapped in that same drug cycle. There are guns everywhere, and things feel exciting until someone ends up needing help and has no money to get out of jail. He calls out people who only show up when they’re broke, and makes it clear that the only person he truly trusts is himself.

Freddie’s always ready to defend himself, and even if someone catches him off guard, he’ll never be seen as someone who ran from the fight. He’s mixing with dangerous stuff like fentanyl, and dealing with the dirty side of the game. He talks about death like it’s routine, even bragging about flashy moments like being in a car with spinning rims and ignoring the fakeness of people trying to catch him on video. Again, he drives the point home—he trusts no one, not even the women around him.

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Here, Anderson .Paak steps in with a soulful voice that adds emotion. He’s basically saying he wants to escape from the mess he’s stuck in. This place feels cursed, and it’s draining him. He warns others not to get too close unless they’re ready to deal with the weight of this life. He’s heartbroken seeing gangsters he once knew end up dead.

Despite everything, he’s still grateful—he’s made it through and wouldn’t trade what he’s learned. He also shows a softer side, saying he wants to be there for people he cares about, especially his kids. There are lots of women around, but none of that matters compared to seeing his babies. He just wants to leave, quietly and without attention, heading far away from all the pain.

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
Freddie dives even deeper into the darkness here. He talks about how scary his world is—death is common, and bodies are added to the streets like another newspaper headline. He’s still mixing drügs and dealing with the consequences, both physically and mentally. He’s got scars and wounds to prove what he’s been through. People want to break him or take him out, but even after getting hit, he stays loyal and doesn’t rat anyone out.

He’s traveled far just to handle enemies and settle scores. His mind is full of violent memories, like seeing dead people in his sleep. He calls out others who pretend they’re drug lords online but don’t really live that life—they’re all fake Pablos. He repeats how he sees those dead faces with his eyes closed, like the trauma never goes away.

There’s also bitterness toward people who once claimed to be loyal, but now just use his name for clout on Instagram. He knows many are against him, but he’s not backing down. If anyone wants to stop him, they’ll have to kill him first. He reflects on how much this life has changed him, taken from him.

Dreaming doesn’t feel possible when life is this rough. Instead of chasing dreams, he focused on staying alive and stacking cash. He calls out those who betrayed him by joining law enforcement, and he ends by saying again—he doesn’t chase dreams, he just made sure his money and safety were secure.

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
This chorus circles back with the same powerful emotions. He’s still begging to get out of the life he’s stuck in. There’s a real sadness to how trapped he feels. Again, he warns that this life isn’t for everyone. Seeing gangsters die never gets easier—it breaks his heart every time. Still, he holds onto his thankfulness, knowing his pain gave him perspective.

He mentions wanting to bring some people into a better life with him, but above all, what really matters is seeing his kids. That’s his real motivation. He’s not showing off or trying to impress—he just wants to disappear from all this chaos and head somewhere quiet, like Vegas, but in the opposite direction. He’s tired and ready for a new chapter.

FAQs

Q. Who has sung Ensalada song?
A. Ensalada song is sung by Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist.

Q. Who wrote Ensalada lyrics?
A. Ensalada lyrics are penned by Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist.

Q. Who has given the music of Ensalada song?
A. Ensalada music is composed and produced by Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist.

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