WHAT I LOOK LIKE (feat. Freddie Gibbs) - DNU - Rough Mix for Fingerprinting

[00:22.86] Now what I look like
[00:24.32] And if it ain't money, I don't look right
[00:27.13] Corvettes and private jets, I don't book flights
[00:30.05] Gamble for the money but, I don't shoot dice
[00:32.40] Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice
[00:35.42] Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight
[00:37.85] Mr. Maxo Tookie, yeah the Crip blue, Suge Knight
[00:40.80] Every time they see me they like, "Ooh, that's new ice"
[00:43.54] New G63, cut the roof not the top back
[00:46.22] We shootin' 223's at the roof, knock his top back
[00:48.87] I'm in another league, when I speak you can't talk back
[00:51.51] 'Cause I talk big racks and I tote big straps
[00:54.23] And I can't snort lines because I sold crack
[00:57.12] And I don't do lines, I sleep through these bags
[00:59.53] Don't sneak diss online, 'cause I still squeeze .9's
[01:02.51] Just pull a flatline and push your shit back
[01:06.54] Now what I look like
[01:08.08] And if it ain't money, I don't look right
[01:10.80] Corvettes and private jets, I don't book flights
[01:13.58] Gamble for the money but, I don't shoot dice
[01:16.28] Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice
[01:18.85] Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight
[01:21.54] Mr. Maxo Tookie, yeah the Crip blue, Suge Knight (yeah, yeah)
[01:24.49] Every time they see me they like, "Ooh, that's new ice" (yeah, yeah, baby, let's get it)
[01:27.14] Rippin' and flippin' that thing, I ship it off, wrap a book tight (yeah)
[01:30.01] Niggas been switchin' the smack, I still got crack, I got good white (yeah)
[01:32.59] Chicken with twenty-eight racks, I'm takin' it back if it cook right (yeah-yeah)
[01:35.45] Hundred and eight-four pounds, bitch, I'm the real skinny Suge Knight (woo)
[01:37.82] Keep 'em package in the check-in baggage, that's one the rabbit holes (yeah)
[01:41.02] Nigga ran off, had to toss his ass in the rabbit hole (yeah)
[01:43.74] I just copped the Buckhead Copton for my Atlanta hoe (bitch)
[01:46.18] I'm gettin' sloppy top with the .7 in automatic mode
[01:48.94] I pray Lord, Allah, got forgiveness for killers (yeah)
[01:51.68] We pray when we lost but forget when we winnin' (yeah)
[01:54.34] Courthouse, penitentiary, was not my intention
[01:56.94] I front door my front seats, in front of my engine, yeah
[02:00.19] Sports cars off the work, call 'em work cars (yeah)
[02:02.89] Your hoe don't like a like a hitta blow, I let the vert 'cause (yeah)
[02:05.45] For Christmas time I got obituaries for your squad
[02:08.35] I put that shit on DVL 'cause I don't swear to God, yeah
[02:11.81] And what the fuck I look like
[02:13.53] And if it ain't money, I don't look right
[02:16.26] Corvettes and private jets, I don't book flights
[02:18.85] Gamble for the money but, I don't shoot dice
[02:21.55] Shoot just like dice, I shoot once not twice
[02:24.50] Shoot so precise but I still punch, fight
[02:26.96] Mr. Maxo Tookie, yeah the Crip blue, Suge Knight
[02:30.10] Every time they see me they like, "Ooh, that's new ice"
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