Correction Lyrics God is Perfect by Freddie Gibbs

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Aight, check it out
Uh, gang, gang
Bunny Rabbit insane
Uh, Big Finball, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
It's here (Uh), yeah
(One, two) Yeah, yeah (Kane train, baby), uh
(Hold on, hold on) Yeah, yeah
(One, two, yo, yo, check it out) Yeah, yeah

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure
Sippin' tiki in Waikiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa
Top-notch b*t*hes on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser
Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho off home with nothin'
Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

I didn't want to speak on this sh*t
But it really been rackin' my brain now (Yeah, yeah)
'Cause really I f**k with this rap
But my n***as still sellin' cocaine now (Huh, yeah)
Them crackers they got enough on us
To go start a motherf**kin' case now (Yeah)
A n***a get hit with the R.I.C.O. &nbsp;
They comin', they snatchin' the gang now
Big sticks long than a b*t*h, golf ball holes in the sh*t
Big Finball in this b*t*h, cuz with Willy brother all in the six
Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper
When I hit him, left his draws full of sh*t (Brrt)
n***as blow at us, they gettin' blown down
But I'll be so proud to put the dope down for the

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir
Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

Gangland sh*t
f**k around, get gangland hit
I'ma catch a little b*t*h while he's chillin' with his clique
n***a, where the whole gang at, b*t*h?
Where the watch and the chain at, b*t*h?
Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that b*t*h
I was f**kin' in the A for like four days straight
But a n***a never claim that b*t*h
I be talkin' that sh*t like I'm bulletproof
f**k a DM, I'm sendin' them killers through
I be f**kin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs
Man, this sh*t get political
Hit the John, I'm whippin' the miracle
Get the spoon and I'm scrapin' the residue
Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos
Man, this sh*t get political
Rock it up then blade that sh*t
Dog food, n***a, slang that sh*t
n***as shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
Yeah, the b*t*h couldn't aim that sh*t
A n***a might get gangland hit
That east side insane-ass sh*t
n***as shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip
Yeah, the b*t*h couldn't aim that sh*t, f**k n***a

Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir
Microphone check, one, two, mic checka
Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca
All this gang sh*t in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'
Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir

Yo, yo, I'd just like to say, you know
My man Kane smoked him, you know?
But it's good to be original when you diss somebody
Don't use somebody else's sh*t

The thing that's going to change people
It's something that no one will be able to capture on film
It'll just be something that you see and all of a sudden you realize
"I'm on the wrong page"
Or, "I'm on the right page but I'm on the wrong note
And I've got to get in sync with everyone else to understand what's happening in this country"

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