White Range(Explicit) - Freddie Gibbs

Incense burning smoking out to my own sht
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning smoking out to my own sht
That black wood in my white range that 65 with that cocine
That 95 with that yay yay I-5 with that halftime
I'm taxing n***as I'm decking n***as
I'm whacking n***as be on max
I'm on it I'm on it yeah yeah b**ch I'm on it
Fixed to ship my ni**a Screwface a package from California
Never changed my price on the white b**ch
They liked 'em but couldn't afford 'em
Mixed my wrist like Prince
And the crack came back lighter than Apollonia
And my incense burning West coast in my wood packed
Used to lace my blunts with that powder sht
But that was way back I can't change that
Now I reminisce on them hot days
Reminisce on them cold nights
I was blessed to make it through my adolescence
Still f**king up in my d**e life
But I still wouldn't change a thing
Cold blood running through my veins
That black wood in my white Range
To my white b**ch to that right mayne
And I'm still gon' slang them thangs
East Side running through my veins
I shower b**ches in champagne
Yeah this the lifestyle of the insane
Incense burning smoking out to my own sht
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change
Incense burning still f**king my old b**ch
Got problems off in my household old girl be bringing up old sht
Get mad fighting we go sit like who's this ho you so close with
Why the b**ches calling your number if they just groupie b**ches you smoke with
See Fred you a motherf**king dog
You the type of ni**a got to have it all
You remind me of my pops
Want to cut a ni**a off but she can't stop
Want to cuss a ni**a out till she can't breathe
Telling me that she gon' go but she can't leave
Man Fred you could please when you get back home
She gone with the dog and the car keys
Got d**n now I'm realizing that I love her
F**ked up when I put this other life above her
Jerking off on a stripper I bet I bust it on her
Y'all said I'm too cool but I'm broken up undercover
Hide my feelings through my d**g habits
And I based my raps off my interactions with d**g addicts
And d**g dealers them killers creeping coming for that paper
One of my own homies just might leave a ni**a stanking
In a d**e house where you coke out Incense burning smoking out to my own sht
Got black wood in my white Range
I'm taking off when that light change