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[Intro] Yeah, check-check Yeah, uh (Check that), turn me up 3rd, yeah [Chorus] God damn, they done got Diddy I used to look up to that n!gga even when that n!gga Pac dissed him I wonder if he paid off Pac killers I wish them, I wish them n!ggas in L.A. ain’t never pop Biggie When you die, they ain’t got s*it for your moms, they rather ice their neck out Rest in peace to Rich Homie Quan, you was too young to check out Industry wasn’t checkin for Gary, I feel like I was left out Now I spit these raps in my trailer, I gotta report the set now (Uh) [Verse 1] Yeah, I almost gave it up, that was the truth Got out my feelings and got back in the booth I’m sitting solo up in Sam’s throwing racks in the booth Drunk driving the 911 like it’s accident-proof The Lord be walking with me, sometimes he carry me like a child Through all this pistols, powder and pounds, Vanna White, they buying vowels Sent the flight to pipe her down and I ain’t never come back around I’m so impatient with them, got b!tches crying in Diego D-M, yeah Baby, please don’t go, I make a b!tch walk down the hill running kis back up I heard she doing scams, police, they just released that hoe Couldn’t afford the BBL, she had to lease that hoe Delete that hoe, I treat that hoe, she think we going out to eat, I’m out, sauce, six wing that hoe Can’t expose or rat to s*it they never seen before B!tch fu*ked up my birthday trip, man, why I bring that hoe? [Refrain] God damn, they done got Diddy Yeah, I wish they never shot up Pac and Biggie [Verse 2] I was gon’ retire from rap when I seen that s*it with Nipsey Crazy when that s*it hit your peers, that s*it be hitting different Yeah, s*it be stressing me incredibly Yeah, noble summers with Frankie Beverly, yeah Gotta praise the gods while you walking with ’em (??) perished right after Father’s Day, I was talking with ’em, man, what the fu*k? When I die, put me on the chain, ice your neck out Rest in peace to Young Dolph, he was too young to check out Would they pop me if I pull the ‘Rarri or the ‘Vette out? I left a legacy up in this b!tch before I left out [Break] Yeah, check-check Left a legacy up in this b!tch before I left out, yeah Uh, multimillion dollar n!gga, I support the set now [Chorus] God damn, they done got Diddy I used to look up to that n!gga even when that n!gga Pac dissed him I wonder if he paid off Pac killers I wish them, I wish them n!ggas in L.A. ain’t never pop Biggie When you die, they ain’t got s*it for your moms, they rather ice their neck out Rest in peace to Rich Homie Quan, you was too young to check out Industry wasn’t checkin for Gary, I feel like I was left out Now I spit these raps in my trailer, I gotta report the set now (Uh) [Outro] Left a legacy up in this b!tch before I left out, yeah Yeah. On The Set lyrics – Freddie Gibbs : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com