Freddie Gibbs & Madlib

Cataracts

Lyrics

Yeah, check, check, yeah, uh
Chillin' in my, uh, uh

Chillin' in my, chillin' in my, uh
Chillin' in my, chillin' in my, uh
Chillin' in my, chillin' in my, uh

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Old school
Chevy thang, Cadillac

Smokin' on that good, good
Good for my cataracts

Fuckin' up this bad food
Fast food, gettin' fat

Nine, extended clip attached
Swingin' it like a battle axe
Livin' la vida broke-a

Fuckin' these smokers up and baggin' crack
Antonio Montana dream

Mama wasn't havin' that
Niggas ain't know no better

We fuck 'em and pass 'em
We was passin' rats

Bitch, you wet my 'Wood up
Dry my shit off 'fore you pass it back

Bitch, pass it back, pass the Act'
Codeine got me passin' out

Crown mix it with cranberry
Tryna see what that about

'Member we hit that lick and tied up them Crips in that Atlanta house

Had to smoke that nigga that came
along with us 'cause he was gon' rat us out

Seem like my actions was devil sin, I can't sympathize
Fuck generation next, this generation genocide
Your social stat make you fantasize about a homicide

To me, the guy that lie is the black man personified
Anticipatin' and killin' my own in search of wealth

Should he come knockin' at the door of your home, you know, for death

Knew the Lord was in the room when my daughter took her first breath

Cold turkey on the dope, had to gain the knowledge of self

In my old school
Chevy thang Cadillac

Good, good
Good for my cataracts
Bad food
Fast food, gettin' fat

Nine, extended clip attached
Swingin' it like a battle axe

I'm chillin' in my old school
Chevy thang, Cadillac

Smokin' on that good, good
Good for my cataracts

Fuckin' up this bad food
Fast food, gettin' fat

Nine, extended clip attached
Swingin' it like a battle axe

Livin' la vida broke-a
Fuckin' these smokers up and baggin' crack

Antonio Montana dream
Mama wasn't havin' that

Niggas ain't know no better
We fuck 'em and pass 'em

We was passin' rats
Bitch, you wet my 'Wood up
Dry my shit off 'fore you pass it back

Wish I could put that pussy off in my pockets, I would leave with that

Hit my after your cycle, I need that pussy with no string attached

Fiendin' to get it, won't hit it,
against my religion, a nigga won't bleed for that

You lucky enough to get you a nigga
with morals, you needed to heed to that

Turkey bacon, bitch, like my toast buttered on both sides
Chevy dipped in liquid cocaine, my Casper the Ghost ride

I let some people go from my company and they sold out
I know that they jumpin' straight into Hell, I pray that they nosedive

Mama said don't leave out the house if you ain't got Jesus with you

Last Supper, you might get fucked by niggas that's eatin' with you

Side bitch was trippin', I fucked but won't spend the evening with her

My baby mama switched up her diet, I'ma go vegan with her

Father, please deliver us niggas, carnivorous niggas
I walk amongst the dumb, deaf, and blind, and them frivolous niggas

And dope, rap, and basketball punchin' a ticket for niggas
You put it in the book then I guess you done hid it from niggas

I'm chillin' in my old school
Chevy thang, Cadillac

Smokin' on that good, good
Good for my cataracts

Fuckin' up this bad food
Fast food, gettin' fat (New shit)

Mashallah, rest in peace to Tha Jacka
Paradise, the next life, I'll see you in the hereafter

I'm in that ebony Instagram, my nigga was mad I ain't smashin'

Nigga, I don't need you for the
feature, really don't fuck with no rapper

I don't got no problem with these
niggas wearin' they dresses and skirts

When you pop up with an opinion and drag your name through the dirt

On the Day of Judgement, niggas gon' pay for they dirt
Including me

Couldn't push my boat through the
lake of fire 'cause my paddles was burnt

Uncle was smokin' that work
Can't come in the crib, I serve you through the gate

Smell the dope off in the air
Jimmy Duggan, shake and bake
Used to walk a dog with H
In and out, Empire State

'68 Chevalle, don't need no Bentley truck or fuckin' Wraith
2014, addicted to lean, I was depressed as fuck

Duckin' shots and wonderin' if my own niggas set me up
And if they knock me down, I wonder would one of my niggas help me up?

Pockets, they finger-lickin', they honey kettle chicken, breaded up

Bitch, get your bread up, bitch
I say my pockets, they finger-lickin',
honey kettle chicken, breaded up, bitch

This that new shit
Madlib, that new shit

Takin' over, new king, woo
Let that shit ride out

You better pray twice, nigga

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