Текст песни Big Boss Rabbit - Freddie Gibbs
There′s
never
any
doubts
in
my
mind
Because
I'm
the
best
in
the
world
Even
though
a
lot
of
you
don′t
like
to
hear
that
I
just,
it's
facts,
I'm
the
best,
you
know
what
I
mean?
I,
sometimes,
I
don′t
wanna
believe
in
myself
But
it′s
the
truth,
I'm
the
best
And
I′m
just
convinced,
you
know
what
I
mean?
These
fellas,
how
dare
them
challenge
me
With
their
somewhat
primiti-primitive
skills
They're
just
as
good
as
dead
Slammin′,
big
MAC-11,
back
of
the
sеven
on
some
boss
shit
(yeah)
I
put
that
Prеsident
on
my
wrist
and
I
got
frostbit
(woo)
Stack
it
like
Pringles,
you
want
a
single?
It's
gon′
cost
you
(yeah)
Slow
on
that
heroin,
I
don't
sell
them
bitches
too
often
(ah)
Man,
my
jewelry
like
some
laser
beams
(bling)
Step
out
with
your
lady,
shoot
some
babies
on
the
Maybelline
(yeah)
And
overdose
the
stroller,
cut
the
co-co
with
the
ketamine
(sh)
Dope
and
ibuprofen
in
my
bowl,
I
got
them
recipes
(skrrt)
Boss
shit,
shoot
it
like
Steph,
I
just
hit
the
three
and
I
wasn't
even
lookin′
Your
favorite
rapper
just
hit
the
stage,
well,
bitch,
we
′bout
to
book
'em
Bitches
in
love
with
us,
keep
the
pussy,
I
just
keep
it
pushin′
(yeah)
My
baby
momma's
knew
the
job
was
crooked
before
they
took
it
(bitch)
Kane
Train
reckless,
bitch,
we
runnin′
shit
Just
touched
down
in
the
airport
Louis
V
backpack
full
of
them
hundreds,
bitch
(yeah)
Cleaner
than
McQueen,
ho,
I'm
a
gangster,
not
no
lover,
bitch
(yeah-yeah)
Grammy
afterparty
bitch,
we
rock
it
like
we
won
it,
bitch
(yeah)
Boss
shit,
big
MAC-11,
back
of
the
seven
on
some
boss
shit
(yeah)
I
put
that
President
on
my
wrist
and
I
got
frostbit
(brr)
Stack
it
like
Pringles,
you
want
a
single?
It′s
gon'
cost
you
(yeah)
CEO
rabbit,
young
Freddie
Kane,
I'm
on
some
boss
shit
(yeah)
Big
MAC-11,
back
of
the
seven
on
some
boss
shit
(brrat)
I
put
that
President
on
my
wrist
and
I
got
frostbit
(brrat)
Stack
it
like
Pringles,
you
want
a
single?
It′s
gon′
cost
you
(bitch)
Pull
up
to
your
funeral,
man,
shoot
up
your
fuckin'
coffin
(brrt)
I
blow
your
house
up
with
that
hunnid
drum
(yeah,
yeah)
No
Hot
100,
I′m
a
hot
boy
with
some
murder
ones
(yeah,
yeah)
Cash
money
Kane,
big
number
one
Sunday,
you
my
youngest
son
(yeah,
yeah)
See
my
first
crackhead
like
that
Beamer
back
in
'91
(bitch)
And
I
been
on
the
blaze
since
2Pac
was
rockin′
the
Gumby
fade
(yeah)
Fuckin'
up
my
cup
with
this
Actavis
like
some
lemonade
Bitches
big
B-L,
if
you
violate,
you
a
renegade
Know
trigger
fingers
ain′t
have
to
type
on
your
Twitter
page
(yeah,
yeah)
Freddie
Krueger,
P-90
Ruger,
I'm
keepin'
on
′em
(yeah)
Niggas
say
they
ain′t
losin'
sleep,
tell
′em,
"I'm
sleepin′
on
'em"
(bitch)
Got
heavy
traffic,
the
neighbors
might
call
the
people
on
′em
(yeah,
yeah)
Surround
your
car
with
ARs,
I
put
the
reaper
on
'em
Death
wish,
reach
'em
with
that
automatic
shotty,
that′s
a
death
kiss
Niggas
be
pullin′
through,
so
I
aim
above
the
neck,
bitch
Fly
with
it
on
me,
I
got
my
blicky
on
the
jet,
bitch
Ready
to
set
it
off
and
I
put
that
on
the
set,
bitch
(yeah)
Boss
shit,
big
MAC-11,
back
of
the
seven
on
some
boss
shit
(yeah)
I
put
that
President
on
my
wrist
and
I
got
frostbit
(brr)
Stack
it
like
Pringles,
you
want
a
single?
It's
gon′
cost
you
(bitch)
CEO
rabbit,
young
Freddie
Kane,
I'm
on
some
boss
shit
(yeah)
Big
MAC-11,
back
of
the
seven
on
some
boss
shit
(brrat)
I
put
that
President
on
my
wrist
and
I
got
frostbit
(brrat)
Stack
it
like
Pringles,
you
want
a
single?
It′s
gon'
cost
you
(bitch)
Pull
up
to
your
funeral,
man,
shoot
up
your
fuckin′
coffin
(brrt)
Haha,
nigga
Hahahahaha
Know
I'm
violent
I'm
violent
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