Freddie Gibbs - Crushin' Feelin's lyrics

(Intro) (You know) A lot of n***as be thinking I be talking about them in my raps and sh** (Yeah, n***a) Probably cause I do, n***a (verse 1) My sentiments exactly, n***as can't out rap me And if they could, they already dead or they hip-hop hall-of-famers Don't run up if you ain't got a whole catalog of bangers Gary gangsta, guess I'm no longer a stranger b**h I get love out on the West Coast like I ball for Lakers Ask my n***a Syke, f** the proof, I'm where the d** was Hit the streets with nothing but troops, slaughter your buzz, cuz Thuggin', I don't be bloggin' like Budden, I just speak through the songs Figure the only reason that you was on, cause you's a clone Moving right along, we all wrong, but all's well Slamming off the phone and chopping stones, we all sell Sometimes I had work on deck, and sometimes I 9-to-5-ed it Do more than boast about balling, I rhyme about surviving Getting it in every city I ever lived South Central to ATL and over the Brooklyn Bridge I hit the G and watch them shipping that weight Serving plates, whipping with my n***a Dominican H I need some cash, I know you trying to get straight, so f** with me dawg Them other n***as slamming that bammer, they need a recall Got choppers, f** binoculars, n***a we come to see y'all Don't matter if you V, or GD, or C or a B-Dawg The topics from the prophet prevail East-side G.I. 'til I get dropped or I get locked in a cell My n***a Pill said, "I can't afford to take that L." So he lickin shots at the f**ing laws I call 'em Johnnies (f** the police), he like to call em twelve f** the polices and rest in peace, to my n***a Stymie Pigs k**ed him front of his family, that sh** was grimey That's why everywhere I go I keep a brother beside me Cut the fat from the clique, got them b**h n***as way from 'round me That's how they do you, act like they never knew you Ho I see right through you, what you eatin' don't make me doo-doo And if I ain't gon' sh**, I might as well jump off the pot Mighty dollar say I might as well pull a plot on your spot I'm trying to clock a knot, pushing as quickly as possible Had to be Gangsta Gibbs, wasn't gifted like Glenn Robinson Average hoop sk**s, but I ride up on coupe wheels Custom convertible Cutla**, how you and you crew feel When you see that? You probably wanna do that just like me I set the bar for I-N-D, no n***a don't rap like me You want that k**er not that filler, then f** with yo' boy Fred Malcolm of the Mid, probably more like Detroit Red And I can easily bring you defeat with my vernacular I'm too deep in these streets to be beefing with a rapper I got n***as that hate me, b**hes that love me Hands do damage so I manage to stay handsome when sh** could get ugly Now every n***a rhyming think he a mob boss Better keep it tucked cause pups get f**ed like Shad Moss n***as was puffing that huff 'til I sent a few quads off Shot my n***a some kush and couple of zips of that bomb soft Attracting addicts, when I pick them beats I be selecting Statik Rap ain't nothing but talking sh**; I'm just the best at it At every stage show, I'm puffin that tree Been putting it down since '03, but y'all wasn't f**in with me I threw my tape out on the streets and watched my tape lift off With out a verse from Weezy, Kanye or the fake Rick Ross f** a cosign, I hold mine close to the hip Crushin' feelin's, leaving n***as on some emotional sh** Gangsta Gibbs (Outro) And I love the rap game (We love it, baby) I love to see n***as getting, you know (Getting money, n***a) Get sh** cracking, gettin sh** popping, you know what I mean Time to bring that money to the motherf**ing G, n***a Motherf**ers been doing this sh** for years It's time for them motherf**ers to be getting in this thang, baby And if you ain't from G, n***a, don't come to the G Cause you ain't gon' understand the G You gon' be laying in the G Shoutout to all my n***as in the G, n***a