🎵🎵 >> Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - "Ensalada (feat. Anderson .Paak)" << 🎵🎵

It's a lotta cold nights, hunger pains in this ♥♥♥♥♥
Water whippin' on some 'caine in this ♥♥♥♥♥
Robbin' when ain't ♥♥♥♥ to slang in this ♥♥♥♥♥
It's a lotta, it's a lotta cold tears, hard times in this ♥♥♥♥♥
Murder can't stay off my mind in this ♥♥♥♥♥
Ain't no love, she don't reside in this ♥♥♥♥♥
Wakin' up to cold sweats, I'm soakin' wet
Ain't got the stomach or the mind for this ♥♥♥♥

You ever had to work the dope line, see your homie mom stand in the line for this ♥♥♥♥?
It's a lotta, it's a lotta choppas, lotta dirty guns in this ♥♥♥♥♥
It's all fun and games 'til a ♥♥♥♥♥ need to bail out and ain't got the funds in this ♥♥♥♥♥
♥♥♥♥-ass ♥♥♥♥♥, only comin' 'round me when you're down on your luck-ass ♥♥♥♥♥
Ask who the ♥♥♥♥ I trust? ♥♥♥♥♥, I trust me, I could never trust nan' ♥♥♥♥♥
Poppin' in another clip and if they catch me slippin', least I never ducked nan' ♥♥♥♥♥
Ask who the ♥♥♥♥ I trust? ♥♥♥♥♥, I trust me, I could never trust nan' ♥♥♥♥♥

Get the switches, got the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ mixin' up the fent' and dirtied up the dishes
Customary, obituary, put your ass inside a homicide edition
Suck me in the drop on 26's, ♥♥♥♥ a phone or video, some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Ask who the ♥♥♥♥ I trust? ♥♥♥♥♥, I trust me, I could never trust these ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, yeah

Help me get away from this godforsaken place I'm in (ooh, yeah-yeah)
You should run away if you ain't really ready for the way I live (ooh, yeah-yeah)
It makes my heart break when I see gangstas turn to angels (ooh, yeah-yeah)
Yet, I'm still grateful, and I would never ever want to trade it (ooh, yeah-yeah)
It's a lotta, it's a lotta ♥♥♥♥♥♥ I would probably love to take in (ooh, yeah-yeah)
It's a lotta, it's a lotta ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, but, I wanna see my babies (ooh, yeah-yeah)
Help me get away from this godforsaken place I'm in (ooh, yeah-yeah)
No flatter, pay the driver to go the opposite way to Vegas (ooh, yeah-yeah)

♥♥♥♥ is scary, obituary, put your ass inside a homicide edition
Dippin' in a dunk on 26's, mixin' up the fent', we dirtied up the dishes
It's a lot of, it's a lot of stab wounds, scars, stitches on my body
♥♥♥♥♥♥ wanna take the spirit out my body, took the hit, but I ain't snitchin' on nobody
♥♥♥♥-ass ♥♥♥♥♥, I done whipped across the map to get a ♥♥♥♥♥ whacked
I crossed a couple time zones
Diary confessions of a killer, I see dead faces with my eyes closed
Feel like ♥♥♥♥♥♥ never really met a plug, all imaginary Pablos
Diary confessions of a killer, I see dead faces with my eyes closed
It's a lot of ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥ false-flaggin' on the gang, steady duckin' calls
Hope them ♥♥♥♥♥♥ changed, on the 'Gram, cloutin' off a ♥♥♥♥♥'s name

It's a lotta, it's a lotta, said it's a lot of ♥♥♥♥♥♥ fightin' versus one of me
Before I run off, they gon' have to murder me
I reminisce on what this ♥♥♥♥ did done to me
A lotta white sheet, yellow tape dreams
When your life a nightmare, you can't dream
So instead of runnin', tryna chase dreams, I was makin' sure the safe clean
It's a lotta, ♥♥♥♥♥♥ on the state team
Givin' white sheet, yellow tape dreams
Tie a ♥♥♥♥♥ up, 'cause I don't chase dreams
I was makin' sure the safe clean, it's a lot

Help me get away from this godforsaken place I'm in (ooh, yeah-yeah)
You should run away if you ain't really ready for the way I live (ooh, yeah-yeah)
It makes my heart break when I see gangstas turn to angels (ooh, yeah-yeah)
Yet, I'm still grateful, and I would never ever want to trade it (ooh, yeah-yeah)
It's a lotta, it's a lotta ♥♥♥♥♥♥ I would probably love to take in (ooh, yeah-yeah)
It's a lotta, it's a lotta ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, but, I wanna see my babies (ooh, yeah-yeah)
Help me get away from this godforsaken place I'm in (ooh, yeah-yeah)
No flatter, pay the driver to go the opposite way to Vegas (ooh, yeah-yeah)