Artist: Freddie Gibbs
Song Title: Deeper
Slamming, half a thing of heron in the bathroom
Keep an AK and the backup in the backroom
Cook a meal clean and she suck me like a vacuum
Took a vacation to the county, I'll be back soon
Sent a couple zero's, money on my j-pay
Paying off the COs, smoking on the gateway
Word around the block when I was locked she gave my thing away
'Bout to have a baby with a nigga, that's what they say
Damn, well please say it ain't so
Took off the glove, say it's love when it ain't, though
Her classmate was coming over, that was strange, though
Apparently the homework ain't all he came for
Maybe you stank, hoe, maybe that's a bit mean
Maybe you grew up and I'm still living like I'm sixteen
Like a child running wild in these sick streets
Man, I put that bitch up on her feet, she cut a nigga deep
Damn, bitch
That's why I treat these hoes the way I treat 'em
That's deeper than a motherfucker baby, know what I'm saying

Slamming, smack it up and flip it, then I rub it down
Zip it up and then I ship it to another town
Smoking hella weed while me and Willie bust a couple pounds
She used to like that type of shit, now we don't fuck around
Girl, you used to say them other niggas wasn't hood enough
Got your hood degree, now niggas from the hood ain't good enough
Bitch, you wasn't tripping when that old school was pulling up
You was short on ends at your college, you would put 'em up
Well, bitch, I'm out here putting on
I hope you feel the pain I'm feeling when you hear this song
Don't want a nigga that's gonna slang shit up in your home
But you ran off and got engaged, man, that shit was wrong
All to a nigga that don't got nothing that I ain't got
Only difference is he trying to be a fucking astronaut
Saw this pussy nigga when I walked up in the barber shop
Green as a leaf, looking sweet, that cut a nigga deep
Damn, so these the type of niggas you fucking with now, baby?
Square ass motherfucker, you used to love a thug nigga

I loved her and she loved him, so I never touched him
She's got his baby in the oven, so it's mother fuck him
Ain't tripping 'cause you got a nigga, I just think you rushing
But leaving him to be with me ain't part of our discussion
Plus, I'm on the road now, different color hoes now
Laid back on the dope, I'm getting dollars off my shows now
Bitches wanna tie me down but I ain't in that mode now
Five years later, why you calling up my phone now?
Well bitch, how you get the number?
Like every other month I'm switching up that motherfucker
Back on the bus I used to finger fuck her singing Usher
Down on my luck and then she upped and left me for a sucker
I reminisce on all the crazy shit we did
You and me forever, shit we say when we was kids
She say I'm having problems and I pray that he forgive
When he find out the baby ain't his, that cut a nigga deep
Damn, what the fuck?
What you trying to say, baby?
The baby ain't his?
Whose is it?


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