The song 1995 by Freddie Gibbs and The Alchemist from their collaborative album, Alfredo 2, talks about their gritty journey from struggle to success, his unapologetic swagger, and his dominance in the rap game, all while throwing shade at rivals and fake friends. This song is the perfect anthem for the young generation that reflects their power to fight their struggles and embrace their success. The beats are a blend of cinematic samples and heavy trap, which is a perfect match with the layered style of The Alchemist and the raw flow of Freddie. Its mood is a raw and cinematic experience that starts with a bold intro and ends with a powerful outro. This is not just a rap track but a story that explores street life, personal growth, and power in the rap game. Freddie has put his heart into it, and The Alchemist has given it an epic canvas. Read the 1995 lyrics below and sing along to its infectious rhythm.
1995 Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist Lyrics
[Intro]
Check, Check
Nigga, Check, Check (Get Yo’ Ass, Motherfu*ker)
Yeah, Yeah (Just The Way God Planned It)
[Verse 1]
This The Way God Planned It, Ho, You Can’t Stand It
We Don’t Die, We Multiply Like Rabbits
Ran Back Like An Addict
Took The High Road On Niggas, I’m Ridin’ Overpasses
Nothin’ In Your Catalog Classic, You Shaqtin’ Like Thanasis
Godfather Kane, I Turned These Sons To Bastards
Belt To Ass Like Joseph Jackson
No Relaxin’, Wrappin’ Niggas In Plastic
[Hook]
Yeah (If You Don’t Start, No One’ll Finish)
It’s Alright If They Wanna Start That Shit, Yeah
Yeah
It’s Alright, ’cause I’ma Talk My Shit, Yeah (It’s Perfectly Alright With Me)
B!tches Snake Me, I’ma Still Be Alright, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Niggas Hatin’, But I’m Still Gonna Be Out There Slammin’
[Verse 2]
Had To Come Back For The Sequel, Ain’t No Equal
Riggs And Murtaugh, This Shit Lethal
Pluckin’ The Feathers Off This Eagle, When I Chef It
Got That Girl And Stripped Her Naked
Put That B!tch Right Back Together
Made That Ho Come Back With Extra
I’m The Barksdale Of My Section (Nah)
Nah, I’m The Marlo Of My Section
B!tch, My History Ain’t No Mystery
Boy, Your Bars Is Under Question, Under Review
Nothin’ New, Another Crew Of Freddie Clones
I Put More Niggas On This Field Than Jerry Jones
Leave That Man Alone, Yeah
[Hook]
(Know What I’m Sayin, Nigga? Boy, Leave That Man Alone)
Yeah, Yeah
It’s Alright If They Wanna Talk That Shit, Yeah (Got A Sayin’)
Yeah, Yeah
I Heard That Nigga’ll Never Walk Right, B!tch
Yeah, Uh, Yeah, Uh
B!tches Snake Me, I’ma Still Be Alright, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Niggas Hatin’, I’ma Still Be Alright, Yeah
[Part II]
[Verse 1]
Niggas Hatin’, I’ma Still Be Alright, Yeah
Seats Was Gravy, The Deville Was All White, Yeah
We Smash Like Mashed Potatoes, Tax Evaders
Shout My Brother Hanni, I Just Made Like One-point-five In Asia, Yeah
Man, This Shit Crazy, How A Nigga Done Went From Nick Rocks To Wet Whip
Gen Pop To Netflix, Yeah
I Was In The Cell Makin’ Up A Setlist For My Next Show, For My Next Lick
I Was Suicidal With A Death Wish, Yeah, Uh
If I Flew Her Out, It Was A Sex Trip, Now My Baby Mama ’bout To Set Trip
I Don’t Give A Shit, These Niggas Ain’t With The Shit
These Niggas Ain’t Livin’ It
’03, I Was In Sellin’ Reggie In A Box, Chevy On Spinners, B!tch
Got A Dope Boy Certificate (Certificate, Yeah)
I’m From The East Side Crime Syndicate, Straight Thugged Out
You A Cartoon, Thugnificent, But I Broke The Mold
Made Her Crack The Safe, Only Time I Broke The Code
Nigga Be Twice As Rich If It Wasn’t For Clothes, Alcohol, And Hoes, Yeah
I Want The Dope, Alcohol, And Hoes
Gotta Stop Trickin’ On Every Rubi And Amber Rose, Yeah
I’m Still In My Prime, I’ve Seen These Hoes Get Old
No Shoulder Left To Cry On, Ho, My Shoulder’s Cold
It’s What You Chose, Yeah (That’s What You Chose, B!tch)
[Refrain]
Ooh (Hah, You Knew The Job Was Crooked)
Freddie Kane, Why You Do ’em So Cold? (But You Took It, Yeah)
I Said, No (Get Ready For These Niggas And These B!tches)
Freddie Kane, Why You Do ’em So Cold?
[Verse 2]
Yeah, This The Way God Planned It, B!tch, Understand It
We Don’t Die, We Multiply, Just Like Rabbits, You Shaqtin’ Like Thanasis
With The Fetti Thick Like Molasses, I’m Out Here Stackin’ Cabbage
B!tch, I’m Comin’ Right At You, Put On Your 3-d Glasses, Uh
No Ticketmaster, We Ain’t Givin’ Passes
Buy All The Front Row Tickets To Your Show
And Make That Shit Disastrous, Yeah (Nigga)
Shoot Up The Front And Get Them B!tches Canceled
Hold Your Whole Career For Ransom, Money Call, You Scared To Answer, Yeah
I Know You Niggas Thought I Was Scared To Answer Back
These Hip-hop Cops Is On My Sack, I’ve Really Been Plottin’ On My Attack
Niggas Really Don’t Want No Smoke, They Want That Clout Shit Off The Bat
Man, This Rap Beef Shit Is Corny Now, I’d Rather Not Be Attached
To None Of These Lame-ass Niggas
You Can’t Do Another Interview Without The Kane Train Gettin’ Mentioned
Knock A Nigga Off With This Bulldog, Fu*k Switches And Extensions
Send A Salmon Back In Your Fanny Pack, Ho, You Sleepin’ With The Fishes
Piss On You B!tches
[Refrain]
Ooh
Freddie Kane, Why You Do ’em So Cold?
I Said, No
Freddie Kane, Why You Do ’em So Cold?
