Niggas on that ‘Yo where you from and what you bang shit’/Often times a nigga had to trip on Bloods and Crips/Color of my dollars they proper that’s what I claim bitch/Mobbing in my old school Impala can’t eat the frame seat
Gangster Gibbs leans back and does what he does best: unleash a fiery verse about living the life of a true OG. The twist is that he isn’t necessarily pledging his allegiance to anyone in particular; red and blue taking a backseat to the almighty green. Harvesting fresh cabbage is his main goal, and no one will get in the way of his pursuit of wealth. He’s seen loyalty bury numerous friends, and he learned early on that just because you’re down doesn’t mean that someone else is; in the end it’s every man for themself. And that’s what separates Gibbs from his peers, his ability to introduce new concepts to a style of rap that is rife with redundancy. Add a fresh crime noir beat, and you have another example of why Gibbs is a master wordsmith.
