Lyrics CIA - Freddie Gibbs

Let's not waste no motherfuckin' time (aw, yeah)
(Wow, haha, yeah) check, check
(Yeah) mic check, check, check
You know what I'm sayin'? This type of shit, bitch
Mic check, check, check (yeah)
I put a bow tie on and hard bottoms on for a ho (bitch)
Mic check, check, check (uh, yeah, yeah)

Go eat the bitch up, pussy bitch (yeah, uh)
Mic check, check, check (the drink was good)
Bitch, I need the check, check, check (the Swisher good)
Yeah, uh, yeah

I did this album off pages, ripped out my diary
Confessions and hard lessons, killers confide in me (yeah, yeah)
I hear the deuce around D'USSÉ and he gon' slide with me (yeah)
Need my money back, you can't ever YK Osiris me (hahaha)

Did it all, extortions to the bribery (yeah)
Banned from Instagram, still makin' millions, they can't silence me (nah)
Ex had set me up, her brother robbed me 'round 2003 (bitch)
Tryna get some pussy, bumpin' Jagged Edge "I Gotta Be", I'm tryna be

Too legit to quit, just hit a lick and served two in a split (yeah)
Four ways, cold thangs, no way I die, old age
Don't stunt around your homies 'less those niggas make they own lane
And if they can't, they knock you out the box, man, it's a cold game

Shortage on the dough, now this fetti fundin' the campaign
Servin' Big Rabbit rosé, Big Rabbit champagne
Freshmen cover, everybody had they deal except for Kane
Ashamed 'cause I still sell crack, and I'm in the rap game

Afraid 'cause I still sell crack, and I'm in the rap game (uh)
Shot 'em but that fuck nigga made it, I'm on my last days
Youngins doin' murder for clout, and they post it on they page
CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram, and AIDS

Brooklyn introduced me to the smack, poisonin' they veins
Sent it to the West side of the 'Raq, Lord, run my chains
Feel like if we link up and squash the beef, it won't be the same (yeah, it ain't the same, nigga)
Shoutout Will Gates mane
Folks and 'nem gave me hella game (yeah, yeah, hella game)

Kane Train smokin' (smokin', yeah)
Remember them nights that I was broke
I cried on Erica's shoulder and now my tears frozen
Man, I'm just bein' open, when I was fuckin' up the count
Ain't have no Audemar yet, I was rappin' and hopin' (yeah)

And if this shit was my last album, then I went out the coldest
If this shit was my last album, at least I rap with Otis
Al took me straight to the Grammy's, I wasn't expectin' that (nah)
Now if they ask you if you from Gary
They got respect for that (they got respect for that)

Afraid 'cause I still sell crack, and I'm in the rap game
Shot 'em but that fuck nigga made it, I'm on my last days (baow, baow)
Youngins doin' murder for clout, and they post it on they page
CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram, and AIDS (yeah, yeah)

Afraid 'cause these devils that infiltrated the rap game (yeah, they did)
Feel like spendin' time with my children, I'm on my last days (yeah)
Youngins doin' murder for clout, and they post it on they page
CIA, they gave us crack, Instagram and AIDS

Check, check (yeah, a'ight)
Mic check, check, check (don't let that clout fuck you up, nigga)
Mic check, check, check (uh, bitch)
Run me my check, check, check (uh, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, uh) mic check, check, check, bitch
They was barely blow, they was barely there, betta nigga

Cracker, AIDS, and Instagram, nigga (the CIA)
CIA, nigga, crackers, and real AIDS (the CIA)
Crack, Instagram, and AIDS, man (man, that's the song)
That's what they did to us, man
That's what we call this all the CIA