Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist – Frank Lucas (ft. Benny The Butcher) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Frank Lucas (ft. Benny The Butcher) (prod. The Alchemist)

Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist collaborate on “Frank Lucas” featuring Benny The Butcher. Listen, stream, watch the video, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by The Alchemist.

Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist Frank Lucas
Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist Frank Lucas

Freddie Gibbs has made sure his latest visuals play out like short films. With the release of Bandana, and it’s accompanying music videos, he extended the storyline that was built from the “Thuggin” music video and created a whole movie out of it. The rapper dropped the visuals for “Scottie Beam,” inspired by Queen & Slim, co-starring Rick Ross earlier this summer, which played out like an entire film.

Freddie Gibbs came through with the latest set of visuals off of Alfredo. He and Benny The Butcher bring their collaboration, “Frank Lucas” to life on Miami waters. The pair had previously hinted at filming the visuals in M.I.A. Roaming through the streets of the Florida city where there’s apparently murals painted in Gangsta Gibbs honour, Freddie and Benny live that yacht life with scenic views behind them, beautiful women on board, and bottles of champagne poppin’.

Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist – Frank Lucas (ft. Benny The Butcher) (prod. The Alchemist)

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[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
It might just spill over on you
Uh, yeah
(Kane train, baby)
(Nigga, my name is cocaine)
Yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
You niggas snitchin’, gettin’ time shaved
Sold a book on my Boost Mobile, I boost the crime rate
Tellin’ all my hoes that I love ’em, I’m playin’ mind games
Them bitches after your last dollar, they take your last name
I’m married to this shit, jumped up off the porch, then I jumped the broom
Bunny Rabbit gang, we be robbin’ shit like the Romper Room
Catch an Uber or a Ly-zift, I sent the bri-zick
The feds wanna turn the witness, I plead the Fi-zith
Been smokin’ since thirteen, I fried my brain, so I ain’t never stressin’
I can’t hold no grudges, Michael Thomas, bitch, I’m catchin’ blessings
Police tryna catch me, ain’t gon’ catch me ridin’ without my weapon
Panoramic roof off on that coupe, I look like George Jetson
Space Ghost
Fentanyl, got a gas mask when I make dope
I done seen a lot of OGs catch a table habit tryna taste dope
I just got another case, moe, call my lawyer, hit him with the pesos
Gotta cook a bird where the J’s stay, got a play-play for the yayo
Been thuggin’ since a youngin, I’m too legit to quit
I keep this vision like my kinship, bustin’ shots at the rich
I had the strap, she took the charge, I took that bitch on the trip
Flew in her friend, jumped on the boat, I fucked them both, shit was lit
Shit was lit
Pray my soul to keep, dear Lord, lay me down (Yeah)
The SWAT team might machine gun or grenade me down (Yeah)
And if they do, tell my people just hold my babies down
Nigga, we need to go back to pagers like it’s the ’80s now (Yeah)
Fuck rap, bitch, I’m poppin’ off of poppy seed
My name cocaine, they ain’t got put me in the nominees (Yeah)
Since Gangsta Gibbs brought back the bars, I see a lot of mes
Niggas is my sons, I wish they mamas would have swallowed these, nigga
Cappin’ ass nigga
Jeezy used to say, “Boy, you one rappin’ ass nigga”
I said I’m shippin’ packs, I don’t need no advance, nigga
Niggas thought I took a loss, but I jumped off, then I got richer
Shit is funny when you think about it
Rolex too big, I took a link up out it
Frank Lucas, I hit the closet, pulled a mink up out it
Livin’ this life, pussy, dream about it, nigga, Kane

Bury me with ratchets
Let the feds tell it, apparently I’m active
Gucci hoodie smell like kerosene and ashes
Don’t get carried away
I been up, and look how carefully I stack it
Got your advance check buried in the mattress
We the Yankees on a pennant run
You needed soldiers, I heard you rented some
Tellin’ war stories and you ain’t been in none
But look what I converted to
From lettin’ burners loose out convertibles (Skrrt)
My bitch gon’ be the driver for a purse or two
Nah, my finger never could point
You know pussy best when it’s moist
Got a hammer and a brick from a plug I met in the joint
Miami, Super Bowl weekend, I got head in a Royce (Uh-huh)
We chasin’ cheddar of course, I wouldn’t care if it’s Deutsch (Nigga, fuck)
It was either law school or dog food
If I was makin’ y’all moves, we all lose
Make these sucker niggas pay, those was our rules (Brrt)
You gon’ need more guns and lucky horseshoes
Never took an L, but a few lost to mine (A few)
New loft downtown and this view was hard to find
Sold lines to abusers, now abuse y’all with lines
I’m in this black thing, Heem just a few cars behind
I bought two of everything, they said, “Dude lost his mind” (Ayy, you crazy)
Two gold Cubans like I’m tryin’ too hard to shine
Two whips, one a coupe that’s too small to drive (What else?)
Two-car garage (Uh-huh), two-broad massage, yeah

Niggas think I be frontin’ (Yo, Freddie)
But I just be talkin’ that real shit
I don’t expect everybody to feel it, though
‘Cause y’all niggas not really like that (You the only one talkin’ your shit like I talk that shit, nigga, let’s go)

With this 9 I got from the district, I’m shoppin’ for Christian
I’m in Vegas drippin’ in jewelry I got from the district
They say hustlin’ like a disease, I’ma die with the symptoms
Put three hundred grams on a brick, cut the pie into sixes
The Butcher comin’, nigga, ah

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