Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Illuminati, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Date of issue: 18.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Black Illuminati |
| Slammin', used to sleep on the floor with a Kel-Tec |
| Got a bag I can’t bag yet because it’s still wet |
| Reaper man, I pay him a visit, ain’t paid his bills yet |
| Brain hemorrhage, blunt-force trauma, I make him feel that |
| I wrap and seal that |
| Sent out the bricks that had the Nike Swoosh stamp, I’m just doin' it for the |
| camp |
| Nigga sold 'em to the plug, now he shoppin' behind my back, uh |
| One thing about that bitch karma, she comin' back |
| If you trappin', keep a strap close |
| Nowadays, this shit became a trend to snake your homies out 'cause everybody |
| backdoor |
| But everybody Black, though |
| I let the fiends catch a bean, used to vomit off the secondhand crack smoke |
| Nigga got that PTSD from testin' the key |
| Gums numb, hope I didn’t purchase work from the F-E-Ds |
| 'Cause every time I see the judge, it’s like a scary movie |
| Fuck the court, real nigga can’t do no jury duty |
| Internet done altered this shit through a different game now |
| I don’t rap about dead opps, I let his name die |
| Shame how they blackball Kane, they scratched my name out |
| I pushed it longer than I expected to get my name hot |
| They wanna take me out this game like Sha’Carri |
| Black Illuminati, touch Big Rabbit, streets need a body |
| I got all of them leeches away from 'round me |
| You ain’t rich enough to get me hit, pussy, go up the bounty, uh |
| Spend some cheese, bitch, chopper sing, bitch |
| Brew him up, had him huggin' them EMTs, bitch |
| Turn the witness to Stevie Wonder, ho, you ain’t seen shit |
| Youngins on a mando' slide, this shit routine, bitch |
| Delta 88 with a cool knot in my tube socks |
| Now I push the goons through the boondocks in the coon tops |
| Penthouse in the city, my bops givin' me rooftop |
| Told 'em free my nigga G, ho, let the roots out |
| You feel my energy, they gon' remember me |
| Ain’t never had a friend like me, your enemy my enemy |
| Lambo crashed the whip and got plates in both shoulders |
| If he didn’t live through that accident, this shit could’ve been over, yeah |
| They wanna take me out this game like Sha’Carri |
| Black Illuminati, afghan doggy straight off the poppy |
| I ain’t trust him, had to dust him like Christopher Moltisanti |
| And it hurt my heart to hurt you, but nigga, streets need a body, yeah |
| I don’t house these hoes, bitch, get a hobby |
| She ain’t workin', then you ain’t got a wifey, you got a Tommy, yeah |
| I got all of them leeches away from 'round me |
| Bulletproof the Escalade, I got iron like Robert Downey, nigga, yeah |
| Fuck you lil' niggas (Uh) |
| (Triple-S exercise) |
| Kane |
| Kiss, haha |
| It’s what we do, nigga |
| I don’t do the Chrome Heart, I just do the home art |
| You can catch a headshot or you can catch a dome dart |
| Go ahead and put the kids to sleep, this the grown part |
| 'Fore we knew what Billboard was, we had our own chart |
| Strapped and they pull the car over, you take your own charge (Take that) |
| I ain’t never worked for nobody, I sold my own heart (That's right) |
| Smoke a fat one in the back right in my own yard |
| Playin' dominoes with my man, he in the boneyard |
| Now I can pay for the jet right on my own card |
| Niggas tryna go man on me, man, it’s on, God |
| Hand-to-hand with it, I ain’t never played the phone, God |
| Calisthenics and cardio, just tryna tone, God (That's it) |
| Your man got the semi, but he ain’t poppin' |
| My youngin got the bricks in the hemi, and he ain’t stoppin' |
| Lil' extra in the beginning to get him coppin' (Uh-huh) |
| He ain’t worried, 'cause if they get him, I get him Cochran (I got him) |
| He know not to fuck with them bitches, they get him hot then (He know) |
| Stay low, finish the work, he get a drop Benz (Yeah) |
| They just wanna be around money, but they are not friends (Nah) |
| Until you fall back from 'em, that’s where the plot ends (Yeah) |
| I’ve been reppin' the Apple since it was rotten (Mmh) |
| When you a golden, you can never be forgotten (Never) |
| They gotta ram it, you don’t ever let the cops in (Never) |
| I can have your funeral in the top ten (Woo) |
| A lot of niggas are nice, but they are not him (Jada) |
| It’s really nothing that you can do to stop him (Hater) |
| Call him the God MC just like Rakim (Woo) |
| And he done took some L’s, but yeah, he got wins |
| Motherfucker |