Ugh, yeah, ugh
Freddie gangsta Gibbs
Ugh, Gary, Indiana's finest
Man, lotta y'all rappers better be quick to back down ugh
Man, Finger Roll I'm 'bout to kill it man
I'm about to kill this beat man
Here we go, ugh, yeah
You want it come get it, ugh, yo

Anybody that wants some gets some
I am rap royalty and this is my kingdom
Indiana, man the whole Midwest is mine
I pack a vest and a nine so the rest is dyin'
The rest is lyin', talkin' 'bout they street credibility
I represent the hoods so the whole hood feelin' me
And if they don't they paralyzed till death
And it there's any left, I'mma terrorize the rest
You dudes get ludicrous, act a fool
Cross me and you get smoked like a pack of kools
I'm real and I ain't got no deal
But I'm the only all-star from Indiana like Jermaine O'Neal
Man don't cross my squad
You mess with' Finger Roll or Rod and you get found dead in your garage
It's Freddie Gibbs the God, the Indiana playmaker
Gettin' on with' lyrical left hooks and haymakers
I borrow yo' ear like [?]
But this year y'all cats gon' feel more Gibbs
Gettin' straight to the source, you know what I mean?
My guns double XL, I murder dog like the magazine
And you can take it how ya wanna take it
But I'm ready for hard labor like a chick when her water breakin'
I'm unemployed so I'm bumpin' them raps
I make my money on the block, buck punching a clock
I'd rather punch you for ya watch, ya chain, ya wallet
My flow is like Ashford and Simpson, rock solid
I sold dope outta my dorm room in college
I slung weight at Ball State, [?]
I'm comin' off the top of my dome, I drop knowledge
Plus I got them guns if you wanna get brolic
My dudes got them bullets that be rippin' up vests
Puttin' holes in yo' throwback Mitchell