Fuck the cops, bodies drop/And these feds be on my block, round the clock, stop and watch/But this thuggin’ never stop/Get that rock, what you thought?/And these haters talk a lot, ain’t gon’ pop a hundred shots
from Careless lyrics by Freddie Gibbs
Changing up his delivery and creating a whole new vibe, one that shows how the g-funk era influenced him. The beat is a mellow, hard liquor haze that leaves the mind still. The content waxes and wanes as he’s going through what makes the drug game so desirable. Still, he maintains his composure and understands that there’s no room to relax, doing so would mean a messy end.
