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Dr. Fresch continues to showcase his forward-thinking house music brand with another ‘Future Ghetto’ remix of a 2000s Hip-Hop jam. This time Dr. Fresch tackles Gucci Mane’s “Pillz”, successfully providing a club ready makeover by carefully weaving elements of Ghetto, Future and Bassline House with southern Trap and Hip Hop percussion. 


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Gucci Mane - Pillz (Dr. Fresch Remix)

Lyrics: 
Can't nobody fuck with me 
I'm that one 
Keep a Mac-10 for your fuckery 
Get you shot 
Wish Mike he could see me now 
Wish Steve he could see me now 

This that come from the ash, born talkin’ to a ghost,
Been steppin heavy, every prayer feel broke.
Silver cross dangle, rust stained on the cloak,
Blessing in the blood on the note that I wrote.

I seen angels with cig burns, demons with a charm,
Hearing God whisper and I fall into his arms
Sins I commit lookin holy in the frame,
And the tears on the floor start to spell out my name.

They said I’m the father now, that title is a curse,
Raisin’ seeds in the soil soured with the dirt 
There's a man up in that mirror that I never had rehearsed,
Gabriel.  halo bent, pen drippin’ verse.

I been sleepin’ with my past like it’s tucked in the sheets,
Dreams smell like gunpowder, Sunday's deceit.
Tryna find peace where the choir won’t reach,
Every hymn sound warped, every sermon off-beat.

Love left early, but the guilt still stayed,
Money stack low, but the pain still paid.
They quote my name like a psalm they fade,
But I've never been no prophet, just a man in the shade.

Father to the flaws, to the sins, to the fear,
Spoke truth to the sky, but the echos unclear.
If I die before I learn what the silence really meant,
Bury me face up, I’ma stare through the cement.

My cross is a chain, not weight,
But know that the heavens need pain to relate.
Every scar that I show feel really holy and late,
Every loss that I take still sharp as my fate.

Gabriel, son, sinner, and a writer, and and ghost,
I been walkin’ through fire tryna speak to the smoke.
Daddy in my head sayin’, “boy, you the hope,”
But I still feel stuck in the sins that I wrote.

Ain’t no crowns for the ones who confess too loud,
Ain’t no mercy in the mirror, just a face too proud.
Still I pray when the night get cruel and proud,
That my name mean peace when they say it out loud.

GABRIEL SUTTLES (FATHER)

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