Los Angeles based, Gary, IN born rapper, Freddie Gibbs, goes off on a fiery performance of ‘Fake Names’, pulled from his new collaborative album with Madlib, ‘Bandana’

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  1. Lyrics
    Yeah, yeah
    Yeah yeah
    Mic check check check
    Uh, yeah, yeah, uh
    Survival of the fittest, my nigga
    Check, check, check
    I need a check, check, check
    Bitch, uh, yeah, uh

    Shit's so real, gotta use fake names
    Every time I sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain (My brain)
    Erica said I never changed (Never changed)
    Lifestyles of the insane

    [Verse 1]
    You was like a brother to me, no other to me
    Swear I would trade my life for yours, I knew you was fucking with me
    Found out some niggas fucked your wife and we put them bitches to sleep
    Ain't going to say your government, I'ma call him by Ricky G
    Now Ricky G, he had a cousin named Yella with bricks of yola
    Had a Mexican that came 'cross the border to Arizona
    They was getting shit for seventeen
    Tossin' shit to me for twenty-eight
    Bitch go for thirty-one, I barely ate
    Seen them niggas frown when I started breaking that shit down
    Said I need more time with them chickens, I'm out here making rounds
    Jealous niggas want they twenty-eight up front now
    I bought all the damn clientele, we could have ran the town
    But fuck it, you cut the price, then I fly to Phoenix
    Said if you ain't copping like twenty, then, cocksucker, beat it
    They put Yella Boy on the evening news
    Devil on my shoulder said, "Fuck friends 'cause cash rules"

    Shit's so real, gotta use fake names
    Every time I sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain, uh
    Christina said I never changed (Never changed)
    Lifestyles of the insane

    [Verse 2]
    I done walked through hell in these size 12's
    Speak it from my own mouth before I let the time tell
    Dream team legal, I never take an L
    Courtroom, funeral fresh, Givenchy my lapel
    Pouring up, foreigned up, three bricks, I'm a hundred up
    Jack a pussy, blow his pack, that's how you fuck the summer up
    Fuck it up, bottled up, your hoes fuck for followers
    Vanessas, Carries, tiger lilies, bitch, I'm super modeled up
    Well pimp that
    My hoes twist it fat, she roll ten Backwoods out the zip, yeah
    Pasadena Rena, came to Vegas, it was lit, yeah
    Crystal Lynn came all the way to Denver for the dick, yeah
    Had to cancel my Miami trip, that bitch was sick, yeah
    Put me on, always put me on
    Then labor sixteen hours, need to put me on
    Drop a zone, dope ain't locking up, this shit done took too long
    Shout out to BO and Charlie Mack, man, bring them niggas home
    Most my dawgs got life in jail from conversations on the phone
    I bought my first mansion, told my mama leave that dope alone Forget that
    Used to get ten bricks Dominicano off the lip, yeah
    Put that on my nephew Luciano, we the shit, yeah (Lucci)
    Bitch, I put your pussy in the mail, I need to see it, yeah
    Abby used to follow me on tour, that shit was lit, yeah
    Put me on, Freddie, put me on (She was like)
    Put me on, Otis, put me on

  2. Smh MADLIB FLIPPED THAT SILVERS SAMPLE..😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽

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