Jay Rock - Rep 2 Tha Fullest lyrics

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs] It sound funny but , but I hope this rap sh** save me dawg I'm out here, n***a I'm really in the streets I see a lot of n***as use this sh** to get in thes treets They got it twisted f** around, play around with fire, get burned [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Never ever been on my level f** with Fred you face to face with the devil Raise hell to raise my funds up b**h I was raised in the ghetto Pedal to the medal, foot to the floor Three hundred fifty horses rolling On the run cause I just kicked in the door Hit a lick, the whip reported stolen Tell me who out here got my back And my dawg just got forty flat A lot of n***as wanna hold with your four At the end of the day man I hold my strap And it ain't been no holding back Hear my life told in all my raps You probably got a problem with that But the Midwest street sh** I brought it back What what you want, custom air Jordan's Cab is slammin' on Chrome trill b**hes who pack straps in their bag Stacking their own- Cheaaa Indica, Sativa, my reefer stocked tall as palm trees Rap is for dick s**ers and divas I don't recall these Type of n***as living and breathing but I reside that Eastside 17th streets of the G I survive that To the hood n***as go to school do right This sh** I'm doing, n***a you could do life Before I pick the mic I earn my stripes [Hook: Freddie Gibbs (& Jay Rock] I represent it to the fullest Any given day could die by the bullet Strictly no perpetrating when I pull it (I represent it to the fullest n***as across the nation, narcotic cooking Every block, every hood we proud of pushing) I represent it to the fullest Any given day can die by the bullet Strictly no perpetrating when I pull it (I represent it to the fullest n***as across the nation, narcotic cooking Every block, every hood we proud to push it) [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Living every day like it's my last In this fast lane, in this race is for that cash Watts city representer, 9 double O 5 9 Got a pound for the low, whatchu smoke Too gutta, too grimy in these LA Times You will find, Blood or Crip, don't matter who you are n***as love to trip b**h n***as talk loud Then it's complete silence when it bark BLOW n***as don't never talk it out They spark it out, then them coroners come to chalk you out That's what it is, another unsolved mystery Bullets don't never have a name n***as just aim, squeeze and bust When your time is up, dawg you history Like a hieroglyph, every 24/7 on survival sh** If you floss flagging n***as k** you on some rider sh** Know who you riding with, friends backstab b**hes will get you k**ed, in this field for sure It's no joke on this front line We in the trenches with big blammers, no punchlines Ducking the one time Got a heart of a soldier Ain't no fear in my eyes First signs of submission n***as eat you alive Predators get squashed That's how it be happening When you relaxing Knowing you're responsible for your actions I spit that real reality rap I do it for the hood where yo an*logy at [Hook: Freddie Gibbs (& Jay Rock] I represent it to the fullest Any given day can die by the bullet Strictly no perpetrating when I pull it (I represent it to the fullest n***as across the nation, narcotic cooking Every block, every hood we proud of pushing) I represent it to the fullest Any given day can die by the bullet Strictly no perpetrating when I pull it (I represent it to the fullest n***as across the nation, narcotic cooking Every block, every hood we proud of pushing)