Ensalada Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Check, uh
Right, uh
It’s a lotta, uh
It’s a lotta, uh
It’s a lotta, it’s a lotta

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
It’s a lotta cold nights, hunger pangs in this ****
Water whipping on some ‘caine in this ****
Robbing when ain’t **** to slang in this ****
It’s a lotta, it’s a lotta cold tears, hard times in this ****
Murder can’t stay off my mind in this ****
Ain’t no love, she gon’ reside in this ****
Waking up to cold sweats, I’m soaking wet
Ain’t got the stomach or the mind for this ****
You ever had to work the dope line, see your homie mom stand in the line for this ?
It’s a lotta, it’s a lotta choppas, lotta dirty guns in this ****
It’s all fun and games ’til a **** need to bail out and ain’t got the funds in this ****
F–** , only coming ’round me when you down on your luck- ****
Ask who the f** I trust? , I trust me, I could never trust nan’ ****
Popping in another clip and if they catch me slipping, least I never ducked nan’, ****
Ask who the f I trust? , I trust me, I could never trust nan’ ****
Get the switches, got the **** mixing up the fent’ and dirtied up the dishes
Customary obituary, put your *** inside a homicide edition
Suck me in the drop on 26s, f a phone or video, some ****
Ask who the f* I trust? ****, I trust me, I could never trust these ****, yeah

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
Help me get away from this God forsaken place I’m in
You should run away if you ain’t really ready for the way I live
It makes my heart break when I see gangstas turn to angels
Yet, I’m still grateful and I would never ever want to trade it
It’s a lotta, it’s a lotta **** I would probably love to take in
It’s a lotta, it’s a lotta ****, but I wanna see my babies
Help me get away from this God forsaken place I’m in
No flatter, yeah, pay the driver to go the opposite way to Vegas

[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
**** is scary, obituary, put your *** inside a homicide edition
Dipping in a dunk on 26s, mixing up the fent’, we dirtied up the dishes
It’s a lot of, it’s a lot of stab wounds, scars, stitches on my body
**** wanna take the spirit out my body, took the hit but I ain’t snitching on nobody
F***-*** *, I done whipped across the map to get a **** whacked, I crossed a couple timezones
Diary confessions of a killer, I see dead faces with my eyes closed
Feel like **** never really met a plug, all imaginary Pablos
Diary confessions of a killer, I see dead faces with my eyes closed
It’s a lot of f **** false-flagging on the gang, steady ducking calls
Hope them **** changed, on the ‘Gram, clouting off a ****’s name
It’s a lotta, it’s a lotta, said it’s a lot of **** fighting versus one of me
Before I run off, they gon’ have to murder me
I reminisce on what this **** done to me
A lotta white sheet, yellow tape dreams
When your life a nightmare, you can’t dream
So instead of running, tryna chase dreams
I was making sure the safe clean
It’s a lotta, **** on the state team
Giving white sheet, yellow tape dreams
Tie a **** up, ’cause I don’t chase dreams
I was making sure the safe clean, it’s a lot

Ensalada Lyrics – Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist

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