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old school rap, this what make 'em clap 
Man, I'm busy with the rap, like it's Christmas, cause I wrap 
All the gifts you wanna have, they coming right

the chatter
Tried to contain me but I broke the glass Then I slipped on the ice and busted my ass
Doing the right thing by taking out the trash Word to your mom

Christmas day, twenty-some years ago
I can see them pulling up
They park the car, a new LeSabre
Facing uphill in the front
My kids run out to Grandma

and fence
Extraterrestrial
Telepathically speaking to you through your stereo
Bout wasted days and wasted nights
Different jobs cause rapping ain't paying for

Life's relentless
The days merge to one, no sign of difference
Gotta take my mind off, find a system
To give me purpose like knives to kitchens

I Wanna Do It

Freddie Gibbs

The Tonite Show

2014

yeah
I wanna buss it open in the mornin'
Like presents on Christmas day
Dick was all she wanted
Ain't nothing like them freaky bitches from

forget we all gonna die one by one 
One day.


What about disabilities don't even go there,
Beggers plenty pass who they give yet they don't care,
Whenever

with money lil nigga we married
I got the juice like you squeezing a berry
Hit him on Christmas that boy is so merry
Mann I remember the days in the past

new
Ba utlwa bohloko
Well I'm cool with my tunes
From way back in high school
From church days and nights too
I'm tryna switch up and get shit on iTunes

making a quick maneuver
I'm out on the coldest day Like a bell on my line on Christmas day
I'm old school, they taught me the rules to the game
I teach you

Right now we only see each other virtual no school
But now I'm trying to learn you if that's okay if that's right
And if I see you one day that'll be

Okay you graduated high school
Made it out the Army
Duckin' all that drama from your crazy baby mama
She gave you two kids and you love em both

to fly…

Sitting here in the sunshine state
He’ll be here in a day
Nothing quite as horrible 
As waiting for a space plane
The days went by the miles have

I wish you was home
Oh oh oh a lot of things going on
And Rest In Peace cuzzo man I wish we could talk
It's been a couple day and I ain't sleep at all

Sometimes I be on quit, then I think about my children

Pray to God that I get rich, every day is gon' be Christmas
I don't never play the victim, but they

we need cash regardless
So please pass the garnish
I decorate plates my food
For thought is great
My gourmet is like foreplay
That's all day they tryna

to kiss you heading home from school
Oh I cried that day
When you told me that you had to move away

Years went by
Hoping that someday I'd see your

the pad, but I made it happen
Remember them days back in school I was making a plan, my teacher just thought I was Slacking
But I told that guy we gone see

On the Combine

High Valley

XM Sessions CMT, Vol. 1

2010

John Deere lunch kid and a thermos full of Kool Aid
September harvest and I missed another school day
14 hours worth of dirt and there were lessons

My Life

Déjà Vu

It's a Beautiful Thing

1999

I'm a take you back to day one, livin' in this new york slum
It's deaf to the dumb, only break bread with some
Moms left at fifteen, had no

Grind

50/50 Twin

Grown Man Style

2004

the judge gon throw me far
If a bitch ride with me, she gotta show me jaw
I must complete my destination, make it another day
I'm a grown man, see lil' boys

All my old school teachers wanna
Beg friend with Joseph
I get dough, bread, Hovis
Me and my paper stick together
Like Sticha and Otis
Girl Better

can ask my momma
Since middle school I been a fool
And I'm Gucci gangster, cause I get
Em' by the end or two
Niggas bought the slippers
Cause they can't

baby

Got out of high school, the white collars were stained
Knew I'd never own land or study in Spain
Got by adding up tip line change
Some folks pay