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Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Skinny Suge (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddie Gibbs
Freddie Gibbs
Vocals
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Programming
Volker Kriegel & Mild Maniac Orchestra
Volker Kriegel & Mild Maniac Orchestra
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Maman
Alan Maman
Songwriter
Frederick Jamel Tipton
Frederick Jamel Tipton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Rich Gains
Rich Gains
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Young cocaine Dream Go to sleep, like See the Grim Reaper and the nigga said, you know what I'm sayin' Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah) Yeah Like every night I dream a nigga tryna murder me (yeah) Visions of my loved ones dialin' 9-1-1, emergency 'Cause I decked a nigga and took his work, man, I made it work for me If he come back and kill me I know this shit was business, man, I never take it personally Skinny black nigga, rich off rap, sweat on my own back Niggas ain't show me how to cook, had to fuck up my own batch Dumb high, Marty McFly Put down the crack, bet on myself Like I went back to the future with a rap almanac Had powder on my table, the label called for they offer back Harry on my line, I ain't got his bread, I can't call him back Plus I got a show, the promoters ain't got the dough for that These losses set me back, man, I'm literally sellin' dope to rap How can a nigga cope with that? Man, my uncle died off a overdose And the fucked up part of that is I know it's a plot, the nigga that sold it Put a pistol to my head, I was way too scared, drunk off emotions I'm drinkin' and takin' these drugs 'Cause I can't numb the pain with smokin' Loner but I hate to be lonely I fuck a bitch, she fall in love, but I just wanna be homies If I fall off or get locked up she might just fuck on the homies Most niggas die over love for a bitch or havin' trust in they homies A skinny black nigga, rich off rap My nigga baby mom a fiend, can't keep his bitch off smack She called the police, now he doin' seven years for a sack He told me look after his kids Then a week later that bitch turned up whacked It's just the code, nigga (yeah) I pray Allah protect my soul, nigga Lord, give me the strength to ignore The things I can't control, nigga (fear) 'Cause I was livin' by the code, nigga, yeah Gang That's how we feel, if we die It's like, we go kill one of them (we kill one of them) One of them die 'Cause they down for it, they had get took out Then they came back And then it's a feud 'til they don't want no more 'Til everybody just drop it
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Fredrick Jamel Tipton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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