Ensalada Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist

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[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, hunger pangs 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)