Freddie Gibbs - It's Your Anniversary (Prod. Thurston McCrea)

First thing of all, I know what you need
(I got this motherfucker, I just have to relax)
Second of all (yeah, yeah), I know you (yeah)
You know (yeah) that I move you
(Deep down, I know you, you really love me, though)
And it makes no sense to me (yeah) to be without you
Freestyle shit, you hear me? (Yeah)
I've only-
Slammin', every time I rap, it's like a crack attack
All my baby mamas is stalkers, they want the Rabbit back (yeah)
Learned my lesson fuckin' with groupies, now it's a wrap for that (yeah)
Bitches quick to snitch to them people, ho, you a rat for that
She was always shittin' on a nigga dreams
Back when Diego used to send me my money taped in a magazine (yeah)
She play with her nose, so I look at her like a dope fiend
Meanwhile, I'm sippin' Tahitian Treat and promethazine (yeah)
Meanwhile, I'm runnin' in circles tryna be more commercial
Rapper niggas scared to collab with me, I'm too controversial (what? Huh?)
I say, "Fuck them niggas, suck a dick"
He might record it, if the boy don't support it, you just a fuckin' lick
Lately, I've been focused on movies and not the music (yeah)
Underrated, but I still feel like I ain't got shit to prove
These niggas hate it, seven-figure bank statements, ain't no illusion
Boy, you stepped on, and my story ain't never been convoluted
It's the 'caine train, hundred percent, fresh off the lip (bitch)
Chopper shot wet, nothin' but net, I hear the swish (swish)
I can get arrested long as my enemies rest in piss (bitch)
Nigga crossed me, then he lost me and I ain't fucked with him since (bitch)
In a year, I'ma be on the red carpet, me and my bitch (yeah)
They'll be postin' anniversaries 'bout the day you got hit
Nigga (ah, yeah, you remember that?)
Made him twerk it, bullets got his body shakin'
Have a nigga mama sayin' ("You know what today is?")
Slammin', every time I rap, it's like a crack attack (yeah, yeah)
Niggas lookin' for triple S's, they want the Rabbit back (yeah)
Fuck her back and forth, niggas busters, they wanna battle rap
In the mirror, pickin' my outfit, I got my gat attached (uh)
Next year might retire from rap and be stinky rich
They'll be postin' anniversaries 'bout the day you got hit, nigga (yeah)
Made him twerk it, bullets got his body shakin'
Have a nigga mama sayin' ("You know what you today is?"), yeah
Do you know what today is?
(Gon' put some flowers on yo' shit too, nigga, ha, yeah)
It's our anniversary (fuck, pray to God)
It's our anniversary (yeah)
It's our special day (it's the 'caine train)
Do you know what today is? (Yeah, they gon' post that shit for like)
It's our anniversary (three days and, yeah, yeah)
On to the next rapper, nigga, on to the next shit, bitch nigga
Today is a special day, not just any day
'Cause you can have everything you want