The Coldest - Freddie Gibbs, BJ The Chicago Kid

Ah, nigga still don’t get it

Yeah, bitch, i’m ten toes in it

Fo' sho, G. I

Fo' sho, Gibbs, baby

Shut, baby

Bitch I’m ten toes in it

Not a fake a facade or a cloned image

Got into rap same way I jumped in the streets

With my own spinach

Tryin' to get straight up off this shit just so I can go on livin'

No song spinnin' so I resort to this zone flippin'

Something must be wrong wit em, he takin' this shit for granted

Try to write up in the house with no lights, you’ll understand it

I can’t teach ya how to dougie

But I can teach ya bout this thuggin'

Keepin' it thorough, keep your mouth closed, nigga

Keep it one-hundred

Keep yo hand up out my goddamn pocket

And keep it pushin'

Keep the reefer keep the white

Keep the soft and just keep it cookin'

But keep in mind that any given day you can die for this

As I bag this dope I’m prayin' one day that I could just

Make an honest piece of change, prolly change the way I live

MJ fadeaway, and something niggas can’t defend

Gangsta Gibbs, fresh out the fridge, forty below flow

No introduction needed, cause niggas already know so

The coldest, nigga

You already know this

I’m the motherfuckin' coldest

You sayin' that you did that, lived that

But you ain’t quite this, nigga

Cause you already noticed

I’m the motherfuckin coldest

I keep it really real

Sayin' what the fuck I feel

So let me talk my shit

So what you talkin' bout, bitch?

Really ain’t shit if you ain’t talk bout this

I’m runnin' laps around these rappers scratchin' em off my lists

She off that vodka so it’s hard for her to stay off my dick

Tryin' get rich and let the dollars flow throughout my click

So we can break bread and never ever be broken

Yac toastin', exotic bitches on my balcony smokin

Weed turns them out without a doubt

They mouth about to be open

I let Alicia put her tongue on Valerie while I’m strokin'

But I ain’t Jack Tripper, I’m that nigga plain and simple

Fresh out the G to MTV, check the credentials

Ain’t been a nigga bigger since the Jacksons left the city

Reppin' the hardest niggas ain’t know

That we was rappin' in my city

And regardless if I got support or backin' from my city

They’ll remember me as the the nigga

That got it crackin' for my city, nigga

And on the mic I never have off nights

Cause every line I write is straight frostbite, nigga

The motherfuckin' coldest, bitch

I’m on fire

To keep the streets hot, that’s my desire

And to hell with the labels

Till it’s time for us to sit down at the table

If I don’t focus on me

Tell me, who will?

And I speak from my heart

So you know I’mma keep it real

So much bullshit in the last six months tried to take my focus

But on a lotta situations them people have to hocus pocus

If anybody ever asks a dumb question like «Will BJ make it?»

Give them a dollar and say «God bless you, cause you must be a basehead»