Killer Mike

"Palm Oil"

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
This must be first
This sh*t speak for itself, you know what I mean?

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
'Caine season, f*ckin' my pastor daughter and two Jesus pieces
Choppin' this blonde and basement flow my Yeezy's speakin'
Live in no fear, I pledge allegiance, undefeated
f*ck the 40 acres and the mule they gave us
n*ggas get eagles, pop, pots, spoons, and needles
Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles
Servin' every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smooth
Scary Gary n*gga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah
Vladimir banana clip movin', Russian collusion shooters
f*ck a trackhoe, sellin' that pus*y on computers
Pimpin' another [?] inducers
[?] hard white fish
Then I made a wish, smokers scrubbin' down my kitchen I'm never gon' wash a dish
'Cause Mr. Clean pass off [?]
These n*ggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass, 'til you park it
It's 1998, I sold a Glock 19 choppa
2018, I'm finna reclaim my f*ckin' time and copped the rollie, flooded, Maxine Waters
f*ck your boys and keep the vaccines off us
We got a reality star in they god damn office, quite like the Reagan days
Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days
I disrespect his name and he sign my face with your razor blade
Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni
Choppin' up this block, white top of some yo sh*t, Yama Motors
Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted
While I was gettin' away with murder before Denzel f*ck [?]

[Chorus: Killer Mike]
Young n*gga, dope money, just have at it, n*gga
Make money, mo' money, mathematics, n*gga
Po pos, they comin' for yo money, n*gga
Play low, I mean low, like no money, n*gga
Young n*gga, dope money, just have at it, n*gga
Make money, mo' money, mathematics, n*gga
Po pos, they comin' for yo money, n*gga
Play low, I mean low, like no money, n*gga

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Look, real bars are the ill bars
These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods
My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs
What I did to door panels on them Windstars
Gemstars left cuts in the dinner plates
This new stash box, the AC don't just ventilate
Take over ya blocks, young n*ggas assimilate
We all break bread, like goin' dutch on a dinner date
The love of your life, rap n*gga with fake watches
The serial number don't match the gift boxes
The bezel on her Ballon Bleu due to Tinashe
The b*tch told me two-tone rollies was too blasé (YEUGH)
Way more chemical than political
PTSD from what I weighed on the digital
It was snow fall and Reagan gave me the visual
Obama opened his doors, knowin' I was a criminal
I took a risk, I took a brick, took a road trip to a Motel 6
Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell sh*t
Ride coattails, then you really want that lit
Just another in the midst n*gga
I'm rich n*gga
Tell me is you Alpo or Mitch n*gga?
Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist n*gga
Like Cleo, settin' it off, takin' yo b*tch, n*gga

[Chorus: Killer Mike]
Young n*gga, dope money, just have at it, n*gga
Make money, mo' money, mathematics, n*gga
Po pos, they comin' for yo money, n*gga
Play low, I mean low, like no money, n*gga
Young n*gga, dope money, just have at it, n*gga
Make money, mo' money, mathematics, n*gga
Low, low, like talkin' to baby mama, n*gga
Fake rap, tell that b*tch this is that show money, n*gga

[Outro]
I know a guy in my neighborhood
He came home from work one day
Caught his best friend in the hallway with his wife
They had all day to go to bed
Pulled out a .45 and shot both of them
Next morning his friend went down to the jail
He said, "Fred, don't take it so hard,"
Said, "It could have been worse,"
He said, "Whatchu mean it coulda been worse?"
He said, "Man, two people are dead, I might get the electric chair. You tell me it coulda been worse?"
Said, "Yeah baby, it coulda been worse,"
He said, "Whatchu mean?"
Said, "Hell, if you'd had came Thursday, instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too."

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