33 ContributorsEnsalada 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, hunger pangs in this bitch

Water whippin' on some 'caine in this bitch

Robbin' when ain't shit to slang in this bitch

It's a lotta, it's a lotta cold tears, hard times in this bitch

Murder can't stay off my mind in this bitch

Ain't no love, she gon' reside in this bitch

Wakin' up to cold sweats, I'm soakin' wet

Ain't got the stomach or the mind for this shit

You ever had to work the dope line, see your homie mom stand in the line for this shit?

It's a lotta, it's a lotta choppas, lotta dirty guns in this bitch

It's all fun and games 'til a nigga need to bail out and ain't got the funds in this bitch

Fuck-ass nigga, only comin' 'round me when your down on your luck-ass nigga

Ask who the fuck I trust? Bitch, I trust me, I could never trust nan', nigga

Poppin' in another clip and if they catch me slippin', least I never ducked nan', nigga

Ask who the fuck I trust? Bitch, I trust me, I could never trust nan', nigga

Get the switches, got the bitches mixin' up the fent' and dirtied up the dishes

Customary obituary, put your ass inside a homicide edition

Suck me in the drop on 26s, fuck a phone or video, some bitches

Ask who the fuck I trust? Bitch, I trust me, I could never trust these bitches, 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 niggas I would probably love to take in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)

It's a lotta, it's a lotta bitches, 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]

Shit is scary, obituary, put your ass inside a homicide edition

Dippin' in a dunk on 26s, mixin' 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

Niggas wanna take the spirit out my body, took the hit but I ain't snitchin' on nobody

Fuck-ass nigga, I done whipped across the map to get a nigga whacked, I crossed a couple timezones

Diary confessions of a killer, I see dead faces with my eyes closed

Feel like niggas 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 fuck niggas false-flaggin' on the gang, steady duckin' calls

Hope them niggas changed, on the 'Gram, cloutin' off a nigga's name

It's a lotta, it's a lotta, said it's a lot of niggas fightin' versus one of me

Before I run off, they gon' have to murder me

I reminisce on what this shit did done to me

A lotta white sheet, yellow tape dreams

When your life a nightmare, you can't dream

So instead of runnin', tryna chase dreams

I was makin' sure the safe clean

It's a lotta, niggas on the state team

Givin' white sheet, yellow tape dreams

Tie a nigga up, 'cause I don't chase dreams

I was makin' 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 niggas I would probably love to take in (Ooh, yeah-yeah)

It's a lotta, it's a lotta bitches, 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)