"A Thousand Mountains" lyrics
Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist Lyrics
"A Thousand Mountains"
Ayo
Still slammin', still 'bout it, still countin'
Feel like the only nigga rap cold as me, Andre 3000
Bitch, I raised a generation, kicked game on a thousand albums
I should go get me a flute and just disappear in the mountains
Like the black Bruce Wayne, Young Kane, the rabbit man begins
Never late, no expiration date when it's 'bout revenge
I got rich off rappin' 'bout crack and shit, I ain't need the spins
Smackin' shit with two naked actresses, bitch, take off the Skims
When you see 'em, salute 'em or shoot 'em
I'm sick like quarantine, go War Machine once Alchemist loop it
You nigga pupils, all of my students, so tranquilo, escuchin
We slut out the villa in St. Lucia while you scammin' and boostin', fuck nigga
The bitch was popular, followed her
Bought her ice, she a swallower
Matthew Henson, on my mission, heart as cold as Antarctica
She don't fuck with Geminis, now all these hoes is astrologists
Janky bitch, I wish that ass and titties came with a doctorate
Or a Masters, or a Bachelors, at least Associates, bitch
Thinkin' with my dick, gotta kick these tricks that I associate with
That's why I been ghosting that bitch
That's why I be ghosting these nigga
Ain't no more postin' tweets, you know how I'm approaching these nigga
Shit don't brack without rabbit, even they fans knew it
They should let me bet on these nigga floppin' on FanDuel
Bitch, I built you up, it ain't shit to get you dismantled
I'm five thousand degrees and you pussies can't hold a candle, bitch
If a man lets another man take care of him
He shouldn't be offended or get upset whenever, whenever he get treated like a bitch
Yeah, yeah
Uh
So why these nigga get it started with me?
'Bout to put these pussies in a box like that Barbie movie
I fucked up my first few packs of rock, that shit was hardly movin'
Hit a lick, now I switch out my whips like the Saudis do it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Uh, ridin' in my bucket, park the Benzi
Bitch, I'll buy your mama house and put her out like DJ Envy
Angela Yee to Charlamagne, gee, y'all got some names on y'all
It's Mr. Platinum, Ghost rabbit, I put frames on walls
I put frames on Vogues, blowin' change on hoes
Saw your ashy-ass stones and kept it plain rose gold
Nigga claim they movin' weight, I know they name can't hold
Starin' down my barrel 'fore the devil claim your soul, fuck nigga
I treat this shit like Mortal Kombat, two hundred to get your moms back
Don't call polices, bitch, or we gon' flip and send her thumbs back
Mexico made a mill and I ain't have to ship a crumb back
Shit ain't fun when rabbit got the gun, ho, where the funds at?
Raised my generation, kicked game on a thousand albums
I should go get me a flute and just disappear in the mountains
Tell the truth, I got the youth in the booth, I found the Fountain
Nigga been rappin' like twenty years, I can go for another thousand or stop
Uh, yeah
Seven grams left, I should go for another thousand
I'm an East Gary nigga, food stamps and public housing
I should go get me a flute and just disappear in the mountains, ya bitch
Writer(s): Alan Daniel Maman, Gibbs Freddie
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- Freddie Gibbs Lyrics
album:
"Alfredo 2" (2025)
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