Working white, I got some prices on my license/Some nigga tried to green light me, but I wasn’t going/I used to lay up with this bitch, I used to flip/And didn’t really give a shit about a nigga flowin’/She was content just tryna grind up to a brick/You could see her in the kitchen whippin’ with the soda
from Rearview lyrics by Freddie Gibbs
A reassertion of ESGN values, delivered with a few hand grenades and a flamethrower. It’s menacing and dark; fueled by the desire to come up, no matter the price. Gibbs’ delivery is like a high powered assault weapon; relentless and smooth on the release. He’s looking back fondly on a life that has brought him gobs of success, but is also considering the price he had to pay.
