Chords for Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Frank Lucas (feat. Benny the Butcher) (Visualizer)

It might just spill over on you _ _ _ _
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_ You niggas snitchin' gettin' time [G] shaved
Sold a book on my Boost Mobile, I boost the crime wave
Tellin' all my hoes that I love em, I'm playin' mind games
When bitches after your last dollar, they take your last name
I'm buried to the shit, jumped up off the porch, then I jumped the room
Bunny rappin' gang, we be robbin' shit like the romper room
Catch a Uber or Elizabeth, I sent the Rizzy
The feds wanna turn a witness, I be defensive
Been smokin' since 13, I crack my brain so I ain't never stressin'
I can't hold no grudges, Michael Thomas, bitch, I'm catchin' blessin'
Police tryin' to catch me, ain't gon' catch me ridin' without my weapon
Panoramic roof off on that coupe, I look like George Jetson, space ghost
Spittin' all, got a gas [C] mask when I make dope
I done seen a lot of OGs catchin' table heavy, tryin' to taste dope
I just got another case, smoke, call my lawyer, hit him with the pesos
Gotta cook a bird with a day stay, gotta play play for the A-Dole
Been huggin' since a youngin', I'm too legit to quit
I treat this linchin' like my kinship, but since I set the fridge
I ain't restrain, she took the charge, I took that bitch on the trip
Goin' up and jumped on the boat, I fucked them both, shit was lit, [A#m] shit was lit
Straight months old, keep the law, lay me [C] down
SWAT team, my machine gun, Lord, lay me [C#] down
And if they do tell my [C] people, just hold my babies down
Nigga, we need to go back to pages like it's the 80s now
[C] Fuck rap, bitch, I'm poppin' off a poppy seed
My name Cocaine, they ain't gon' put me in the nominees
Since gangsta kids brought back the bars, I see a lot of me
Niggas, this my sons, I wish they mamas would've swallowed these
Nigga, cappin' ass, nigga
GZ used to say, boy, you weren't rappin' ass, nigga
I said, I'm shippin' packs, I don't need no advance, nigga
Niggas thought I took a loss, but I jumped off, then I got richer
Shit is funny when you think about it
Rolex, 2B, I took a mink about it
Frank Lucas, I hit the clod, pulled a mink about it
Livin' this life, pussies dream about it
Bury me with ratchets, let your fans tell it, apparently a magnet
Gucci hoodies smell like kerosene and ashes, don't get carried away
I've been up, and look how carefully I stack it
Got you in Vans, check buried in the mattress
We the Yankees on the pennant run, you need a soldier
I heard you rented some, tellin' war stories and you ain't been in none
But look what I converted to, from lettin' burners loops out convertible
My bitch gon' be the driver for a purse or two
Nah, my finger never could point, you know pussy best when it's moist
Got a hammer and a brick from a plug I met in a joint
Miami, Super Bowl weekend, I got head in a Royce
We chasin' cheddar, of course, I wouldn't care if it's Deutsch
[A#m] It was either law school or [C] dog food
If I was makin' y'all moves, we'd all [C#] lose
[C] Make these sucker niggas pay, those was all real
You gon' need more guns than Lucky Horseshoes
Never took a hell, but a few lost the mind
New law up downtown and this view was hard to find
Sold lines to abusers, now I'ma abuse y'all with lime
I'm in this black thing, he ain't just a few cars behind
I bought two of everything, they say dude lost his mind
Two gold Cubans, like I'm tryin' too hard to shine
I fucked two whips, want a coupe that's too small to drive
Two car garage, two bra massage _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ What does not I got from the district, I'm shoppin' for Christian
I'm in Vegas, drippin' in jewelry I got from the district
They say hustlin' like a disease, I'ma die with the symptoms
Put 300 grams on a brick, cut the pie in the sixes
The butch comin', nigga _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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