Currensy and Freddie Gibbs ‘Fetti’ Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics
The latest collaborative project to capture the rap world's attention comes courtesy of Curren$y and Freddie Gibbs, who locked themselves in the studio for two days to record the long-anticipated joint album, Fetti.
Since first matching wits in 2011 on the Covert Coupe standout "Scottie Pippen," Freddie Gibbs and Curren$y have left fans clamoring for additional meetings of the mind between the two, with songs like their 2015 collab, "Fetti," continuing their track record of delivering solid rhyme spills over hard-hitting production.
On Fetti, the two former XXL Freshmen pick up where they left off, trading couplets over instrumentals provided by legendary producer The Alchemist, who gives the album a cohesive and refined feel. Featuring a litany of samples and dialogue, Fetti is a cinematic experience, with Spitta and Gangsta Gibbs painting pictures over dusty backdrops on nine tracks. The project gets the pair's point across, yet leaves the listener craving for more.
"What's in every bar? Another motivational quote/While these niggas going through phases/I never mutated or deviated from the life or mission statement," Curren$y rhymes on "Saturday Night Special."
Curren$y, Freddie Gibbs and The Alchemist do most of the heavy lifting on Fetti, which is devoid of any outside features. The project could wind up as one of the better collaborative releases of the year.
With Curren$y and Freddie Gibbs' latest release giving rap fans cause to rejoice, XXL breaks down the album bar for bar to share 20 of the best lyrics from Fetti.
"East side, laboratory coats, testing the dope/I'm in a location remote, Ivory Coast/Tryna get high as I can go, the glass ceiling broke/Its never over, sole controller, all our chains golder/Diamonds brighter, you ain't gotta ask whose live-er/Niggas dyin' to be like us, losin' they minds tryin'/I'm in the basement scrapin' blades with all my sharpenin' irons/'Cause in times of peace that's when these snake niggas creep" —Curren$y
"Call the chiropractor, this necklace is extra heavy on me/1963 Gold Ds, I went Andretti on it/Dipped the shoes in 24 karats and dropped a Chevy on it/Boss fuck a franchise tag, niggas can't Le'Veon me/Yeah, 'cause of a bitch I had to sit the bench/L train blessed me you broke me off when I hit the bricks/Passing off the dog bitch I scored the dope and I get assist" —Freddie Gibbs
"We taping mamas up, we filling them llamas up/Niggas making statements they Manafort Papadopoulos/Trump sweating bullets on Diet Coke sniffing powder up/And if he build the wall we gone bring that dope underground with us/Told my nigga Spitta your enemies are my enemies/I just solar powered up the Model X, real nigga keep same energy/Like what I rep the pack like I'm Stunna Man/Legend in this bitch, might do Coachella as a hologram" —Freddie Gibbs
"Choppa style, chop chop, choppa style/Shout to Gazi, Arabic numbers in my Rollie dial/My baby said if I be faithful, she gone hold me down/I'm fuckin' these hoes, I want it all like an only child/About to take a trip, I got coke and dope on my grocery list/Oxycontin pack, I be switchin' rackets like Djokovic/Stood up on my demon, the machine ain't never promoted this/Coldest nigga you ever heard on Alan or Otis shit" —Freddie Gibbs
"From a 700-square foot apartment/Never claim to be the king of New Orleans, though my new castle one of the largest/From helicopters, federal photographers takin' pictures/My driveway full of Impalas and I'm not stoppin' for one minute/If they really thought they knew somethin', they would've been came to come get me/Not sayin' that they would've got me, though, you copy, bro, I'm out of my hobby/Desert dune-buggies and Kawasakis/You gotta know to have fun with your money/Young hustler, watch me, keep hittas around me" —Curren$y
"White and yellow Air Max as I step out my 'Lac/Plus I smell like a pack, little cologne mixed with that/My partners always strapped, I don't be on all that/They be wherever I'm at because they know how y'all act/I pulled up in a what's this, I came out in a what's that/A little switch up move and that's a stunt double pack/They talk but never attack, I walk with God, I'm relaxed" —Curren$y
"Rockin' Virgil Air Max, Off-White cook crack/I got the razor blade and clippers you get your shit pushed back/I turned some shit into sugarcane a nigga couldn't look back/I can't evade these gangsta ways, I guess the hood did that/One pair of shoes now I got everything to lose, Virginia street blues/Your credit score fucked up in the set, ain't paid your street dues" —Freddie Gibbs
"You niggas always stressin', I'm at a suite at the Westin/Fucked at the Waldorf Astoria with Alicia and Gloria/I promise every bitch I fucked in 2018 was a foreigner/Dead homies in my wall, I zip 'em up like the coroner/And you can passport stamp it, Usain or black Maybach it/But I still twist up in that Chevy or that 'Lac god damn it" —Freddie Gibbs
"And that Rolls Royce float/Clean, like I put a set of gold things on a bar of soap/What's in every bar? Another motivational quote/While these niggas going through phases/I never mutated or deviated from the life or mission statement/This is preservation of the vibe/Never let them forget the time/Well they say you was a rapper, you fasho had to know how to rhyme/I keep my passport close, 'cause it eases my mind" —Curren$y
"I got my tears and my pain, I got my balls and my girl/And I ain't breakin' that shit for a nigga or bitch, that shit is absurd/I'm controversial with these verbs, like Christopher Wallace with words/Felix Mitchell with birds, Malcolm X with the perm" —Freddie Gibbs
"Stuck in a cell with no windows but I got a pot to piss/Smokin' that dope on a daily, fucked up the probation, I gotta go drop some piss/Hope in a truck, and I throw on that Twista Adrenaline Rush on some mobster shit/Even when niggas was broke, we made it look rich, bitch, I'ma optimist/My presence'll fuck up your confidence/Freaky bitches, I'm they confidant/Trappin' out of muh fuckas rappers, slappin' these Poppadocs" —Freddie Gibbs
"Slidin' down on them glass feet like/Yeah, backpack on Swisha Sweet like/Yeah, she let me beat, a nigga don't repeat like/That's how it is when niggas live the street life, yeah/Freak hoes, them bitches stay choosin' me/Rich bitch, I should've charged a choosin' fee/Yeah, but I don't have time for these hoes, usually/Yeah, I whipped the wet and VVS the jewelry" —Freddie Gibbs
"Takin' in this sunset on the lake/While reminiscing on how narrowly I escaped/We divide the cake/Brunches with the heads of state/Mimosas on different coasts and these niggas ain't even close/They don't want no smoke, them niggas broke they want handouts/I'd rather hand them a rope/Standing in one place won't get you paid/They fire desperation shots but I'm not fazed" —Curren$Y
"Straight out the sewer like Das EFX/Which one of you fuck niggas want it next/In my dreams I see faces of death/I'ma pray for you hoes, get your Rosary, cross your chest/Your soprano can't fade me like Thanos, I just chipped a whole damn piano up out the west/Hit Chicago up, might fuck around ball out like baller and go put 500 thangs on the jet" —Freddie Gibbs
"I just picked up 500 thangs on the strip/Nigga rap with a 100 hundred pack in the Lyft/OG niggas they told me that they see me movin', that they had the hookers in '96/Black Tony told 'em Chi Chi get the ye/Line of scrimmage, Peyton Manning, switch the play/Pour the up holy water all up in the Jesus piece, wash a real nigga's sins away" —Freddie Gibbs
"Six figures, most niggas never saw it/Almighty dollar, nigga can't ignore it/Light, gas bill, nigga can't afford it/Put him on that wet and even wet 'em for it/Yeah, Fed ball rollin', guess me chuckin' up the vodka, locos/Bitch, I run the deck like Willie Lloyd, a nigga got the fans and the feds takin' photos/Know we say we'll load 'em, when you see the logo, made a half a milli off of Motorola/Percy Miller with the bakin' soda, Silkk the Shocker a rock, I guess he murdered moguls" —Freddie Gibbs
"We could live forever tonight/They'll never catch us, we'll never die, if you ain't scared to fly, it's rainin' outside/Ralph Lauren, duck boots, will suffice, slidin' high/Anita Baker serenaded my drive/Counted my first million dollars and I couldn't blink my eyes/Nowadays I'm used to it, I be smokin' while I do it/Crops is poppin' 'cause I grew it, on the flight, I'm actin' stewardess/Writin' the truest 'cause I actually do this shit" —Curren$y
"Ay yo, Bentley leather ready red, I do it like a Jill/She don't think the sex come with head? I dodge a bitch like Neo/Pussy you ain't thuggin', you Huxstable nigga, you a Theo/Pyrex vision, pot got me pipin' hot, nigga, Tapatio/Me and Diego move like Frankie White and Cease-a-Leo/It's more than just choosin' your fingers up, and you deep with us/You ain't eat with us, you ain't sleep with us, must of shot .223 with us/Pack ran outta Ack, nigga, you ain't never fiend for that lean with us" —Freddie Gibbs
"Bullshit run a marathon/Rap shit got me parkin' Bentleys on a lawn/Continental Ts, got that red label on ours/Don't confuse me with these other rap frauds/I'm a crocodile in the swamp, them niggas is little frogs/Back to back, G bodies, Chevies with my dogs/Freddie safe full of fetti, plottin' another heist/Already, I'm ready, already outside" —Curren$y
"Wet dope on the Bounty paper, I lay it down/Let it dry, you can leave the money and stick around/Feel like I'm stuck in the system, runaway slave child/My lifestyle straight out the gang files/Can't drank, insane, bunny rabbit five game/Rest in peace Big Lord, he took a thigh shot in the main vein/Bitch, I rap for fun and sell that coca leaf to maintain/Niggas gettin' a check off of that Meth, I made a lane change" —Freddie Gibbs