Freddie Gibbs - Deep lyrics

[Produced by Madlib] [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Alright now Baby times is hard so I'mma change my hustle to hard white now And couple of my customers chose with they nose That I suppose they wanna light up with the pipe now Sellin straight dope out the ride Speedin past the police wouldn't advise Got a hard pack, of that Star Trek To make a b**h beam up to the enterprise And you a Captain Kirk, trading a** for work Let a b**h sniff your pack, you got burnt Still owe me $2300 for that twerk Finna post up at your place so don't worry n***a don't snitch, don't tell Rap n***as they recite that so well Be the same mothaf**a that done ratted out his homie He ain't even have enough no money for his own bail [Interlude] Let's go (Deep inside the ghetto) Where I be [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] f** with a n***a Yellin' I be f**ing with them fellas If you buying or selling you can find me In the hood with hot goods, we got those n***a I just stole these rims, watch the potholes All laws and street codes, y'all forgot those Homie I done been on the block since a snot-nose [Interlude] (Deep inside the ghetto) Where I go [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] East Side, 17th Ave Better keep a G-pa** on ya G.I. to Chicago Where the real n***as dead or locked up Teenage pretty friends get knocked up The young n***as out here tryna get guaped up They ain't got no other choice they washed up Living on the edge of addiction, STD's, and enslavement Black blood tend to flood the street pavement White man set the price and we pay it All a n***a want is whips and chains Probably cause a n***a wasn't whipped and chained To the bottom of a boat in the middle of the ocean Stripped of my own motherf**ing name Stripped of my whole motherf**ing culture Sold by my own to the snakes and vultures Reality is sad, but it's true So what can a n***a do when your own people don't support you f** a** cop tryna pull me over Trunk full of dope but I'd rather get smoked than live, sh** (How brave of this pig a** n***a man) [Outro] I'mma take ya To a place where a muhf**a gotta be a thug by nature Where it's really all about that paper n***a try to jump, always think you're (Deep inside the ghetto) Where I be f** with a n***a Yellin' I be f**ing with them fellas If you buying or selling you can find me (Deep inside the ghetto) Where I go G.I. to Chicago