[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Yeah, yeah!
Nigga just, you knamsayin', the king of, you know,
King of talkin' shit.
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, we goin',
Yeah, yeah yeah!
[Refrain:]
You don't know how far
You can go, how much you can grow, how far
You can go when you fuckin' with the blow.
[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Choppa style, chop-chop-choppa style,
Shout to Ghazi, Arabic numbers in my Rollie down,
My baby said if I be faithful, she gone hold me down, (Real shit)
I'm fuckin' these hoes, I want it all like an only child.
About to take a trip, I got coke and dope on my grocery list,
Oxycontin pack, I be switchin' rackets like Djokovic,
Stood up on my demon, the machine ain't never promoted this,
Coldest nigga you ever heard on Alan or Otis shit.
(And you know this shit)
Bitch, it's liquid golden when I'm over shit, (Yeah)
I fill up the track like a Mr. T starter kit, spit the hardest shit,
I should grow a muhfuckin' mohawk and get a black van with a red stripe,
Nigga say I got 'em for his weight, I shot him in his face,
That pussy boy was dead right. (Dead right)
It's just a freestyle, let a nigga breathe,
I don't know what's worse
To have the IRS or have your baby mamas in a nigga's cheese,
Had to cut a couple bitches off,
I guess they used to think that they was outta nigga league,
Ghostface, I got ice cream,
Russian, Puerto Rican, Black and Blackanese.
Nigga, what?
[Refrain:]
You don't know how far
You can go, how much you can grow, how far
You can go when you fuckin' with the blow.
[Interlude: Curren]
That shit easier than writing.
Federal photographers,
I don't know why the fuck I wanted to say that, shit!
[Verse 2: Curren]
From a seven hundred square foot apartment,
Never claim to be the king of New Orleans
Though my new castle one of the largest.
From helicopters, federal photographers takin' pictures,
My driveway full of Impalas and I'm not stoppin' for one minute.
If they really thought they knew something,
They would've been came to come get me,
Not sayin' that they would've got me, though;
You copy, bro, I'm out at Mojave,
Desert, dune-buggies and Kawasakis,
You gotta know to have fun with your money,
Young hustler, watch me;
Keep hittas around me
'Cause niggas be clownin', can't trust nobody,
It might be your partner that drop your body,
That shit not shocking,
I see it all the time, livin' in this wild world of crime,
Scribblin' lines on her mirror,
Bitches nose dive, who am I?
Al, all time, like my dawg say, ha ha ha!
[Refrain:]
You don't know how far
You can go, how much you can grow, how far
You can go when you fuckin' with the blow.
— You mean to tell me you guys have never snorted coke?
— Well, I always wanted to try, you know.
— But you want to, right?
— Why not?
— It's great stuff, Alvy. A friend of mine just…