Freddie Gibbs
Insecurities
[Produced by Frank Dukes & Kaytranada]

[Intro]
N***a pick up the phone, n***a
I just got back from back from Australia
You woulda loved this shit, it was hella hoes, n***a
Hella bitches, I stacked my bread up though, n***a
I think I'mma get this ring for Erica though, my n***a
Yeah, I think she the one
I want you to be the best man and shit my n***a, for real
Hit me when you get back my n***a
Tell the streets I've been down for a minute
Chop it up and let my real n***as finish
Had the kitchen or the stove, pockets on swole
Choppin' up them O's, I was gettin' it on the road

[Hook]
I was ready for whatever, mane
I remember I was sellin' things
I let it go, I let it go
Said I was ready for whatever, mane
With some n***as, they don't ever change
I let it go, I let it go

[Verse 1]
Yeah, Cadillacs, Impalas, n***a we ride Vogues
This for you pussy ass n***as and you weak ass hoes
I candy coat it, triple dip it, n***a, three times gold
Dippin' through traffic, smoking dope like I don't see 5-0
License suspended, I was livin' ignorant
Careful blocking, pop some shots just to impress my n***as
Insecure about my looks, wouldn't pop it with the bitches
Rob and stole for diamond jewels, I thought I needed attention
Why I was starvin' for attention? All she want is my attention
All I wanna do is smoke and fuck her, thug it out and keep shit undercover
Told myself that I would never love her
But I cuss her out, blow up her phone and get mad if another n***a touch her
Insecure and in my motherfuckin' feelings
Thought that I was chasin' money, I was chasin' bitches
But when the Lord gave me my daughter, helped me paint the picture
Man all the shit I did, I'm blessed the streets ain't take a n***a
N***a I stay
[Hook]
Ready for whatever man
And some n***as, they don't ever change
I let it go, I let it go
And I remember I was sellin' things
I was ready for whatever man
I let it go, I let it go

[Verse 2]
Bentleys and Beamers, Impalas, Caprices
I scope up Diego, my n***a, we beepin'
My day one, we gang bang, we run off, we throw weight
I murder for my dogs, we eat off the same plate
We masked up, all my n***as masked up
Did a show in Brooklyn, n***as tried to get me blast up
Thought you was my n***a, hate to see me get my cash up
Then some n***as hit me, hollows almost tore my ass up
Your shooters was some actors, actin' ass n***as
Scared to squeeze the trigger, some amateur ass n***as
Used to hit the road and get stacks of them cash with them
Only time'll let me know you a stab in the back n***a

[Hook]
I remember we was sellin' things
I came to you, I'd do whatever man
I let it go, I let it go
And I was ready for whatever man
I remember I was sellin' things
I let it go, I let it go
Said I was ready for whatever man
But some n***as, they don't ever change
I let it go, I let it go, yeah
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Cadillacs, Impalas, n***a, we ride Vogues
Fuck you pussy ass n***as and you weak ass hoes
I candy coat it, triple dip it, n***a, three times gold
Dippin' through traffic, smoking dope like I don't see 5-0
License suspended, I was livin' ignorant
Kept a Glock and, pop some shots just to impress my n***as
Insecure about my looks, wouldn't pop it with the bitches
Rob and stole for diamond jewels, I thought I needed attention
Why I was starvin' for attention? All she wanted is my attention
Fuck you bitches, all my daughter want is my attention
All she want is my attention, yeah
So why am I starvin' for attention?
All she want is my attention, hmm
Why am I starvin' for attention?
All my daughter want is my attention