White Range - Freddie Gibbs

Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit

Got black wood in my white Range

I’m taking off when that light change

Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit

That black wood in my white range, that 65 with that cocaine

That 95 with that yay yay, I-5 with that halftime

I’m taxing niggas, I’m decking niggas

I’m whacking niggas, be on max

I’m on it, I’m on it, yeah, yeah bitch, I’m on it

Fixed to ship my nigga Screwface a package from California

Never changed my price on the white bitch

They liked 'em, but couldn’t afford 'em

Mixed my wrist like Prince

And the crack came back lighter than Apollonia

And my incense burning, West coast in my wood packed

Used to lace my blunts with that powder shit

But that was way back, I can’t change that

Now I reminisce on them hot days

Reminisce on them cold nights

I was blessed to make it through my adolescence

Still fucking up in my dope life

But I still wouldn’t change a thing

Cold blood running through my veins

That black wood in my white Range

To my white bitch to that right mayne

And I’m still gon' slang them thangs

East Side running through my veins

I shower bitches in champagne

Yeah, this the lifestyle of the insane

Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit

Got black wood in my white Range

I’m taking off when that light change

Incense burning, still fucking my old bitch

Got problems off in my household, old girl be bringing up old shit

Get mad fighting, we go sit like who’s this ho you so close with?

Why the bitches calling your number if they just groupie bitches you smoke with

See Fred you a motherfucking dog

You the type of nigga got to have it all

You remind me of my pops

Want to cut a nigga off, but she can’t stop

Want to cuss a nigga out till she can’t breathe

Telling me that she gon' go, but she can’t leave

Man Fred you could please when you get back home

She gone with the dog and the car keys

Got damn, now I’m realizing that I love her

Fucked up when I put this other life above her

Jerking off on a stripper, I bet I bust it on her

Y’all said I’m too cool, but I’m broken up undercover

Hide my feelings through my drug habits

And I based my raps off my interactions with drug addicts

And drug dealers, them killers creeping coming for that paper

One of my own homies just might leave a nigga stanking

In a dope house where you coke out Incense burning, smoking out to my own shit

Got black wood in my white Range

I’m taking off when that light change