Free Lyrics by Freeway

Free Lyrics

    [Freeway]
    Okay, I see where y'all goin
    Okay, aight dude, you want me to fuck with that Free shit? Okay..
    Yeah, I got you blazed...holla!
    Uh! Yeah!
    Nigga, the name is strong, it can mean ten things in one
    This dedicated to my niggas that grind from ten to ten
    In other words all day duck the cops cuz they wanna be free
    Man, them gates is strong and when that nigga locked down and he can't get out
    And he lose a couple pounds and his skin get pale
    And he's sittin in his cell til his patience gone, you know
    Freeway be feelin your pain, I got twelve homies doin the same
    And if they had bail, homey, they'd be out
    But they don't so they sittin for a minute
    That's the price of the game when you in it
    Your freedom get strippin away
    These niggas came through my hood with the nines
    My man Black hit they wheel with the K, spun it around
    Same day cops book em guess who send kites to em, nigga?
    Free! That's right, Holdin em down nigga, the clique tight
    Homer and Joe we get it down, open your mail
    Read your letters, see a couple flicks of ya boyzie boyzies
    Nigga, Freeway like Georgie Porgie, puddin pie kiss the girl
    Fuck kiss, get orgies
    One clip'll rock ya world, nigga calm ya bore beef
    Shootin out with Free you gon' need a four leaf
    But Freeway ain't all about the drama
    I seen bullets come up out the lamas and go into melons
    And leave niggas killas leakin like Aunt Jemima
    Fuck what ya man think that nigga gone but he ain't Free
    Gimme the kees, y'all niggas is bitchin
    Package it up, I'm out with the breeze
    In and out of lanes until I get where I'm goin
    That's how I got my name, mane, series and my man ain't free
    You can get shot in your face
    Not payin attention, lunchin, gripped by the deez
    Gotta be on point movin ya work by them benches
    That's how I got my change, fam
    Ain't a damn thang free in this world but your boy got a mean plan
    To get my team out the ghetto with my boys in stilettos til we rich man
    I'mma play Joe Clark when it's hardly norm
    Free! Whether the coupe on F or coupe on E
    I can get ya chick on E
    See through her dress, get the address
    Give her the F, pass her to E
    They say the best things in life are free, but I can't tell
    I gotta pay for all the food that I take in
    And gotta pay for all the chronic that I inhale
    That's why I stick with my team, nigga, stick with my men
    Y'all dudes freelance, play for any team
    Don't stand for nothin then you fall for anything
    Turn on your voice soon as you get any cheers
    But it's cool, beat downs with bats and spiked chains are free
    Gettin played and haters screamin my name ain't me
    Gettin paid and changin the game is me
    That's why I keep a gatt in the tuck
    That rip through ya bean, y'all niggas mad cuz y'all ain't Free
    Look, I focus and aim, listen to bull
    One verse can fuck up the game
    Kick in a door, icier chain
    Clean up ya kids, hook up ya bulls but gotta work hard cuz it ain't free
    Used to get work hard couldn't cook soft
    My homey remain anonymous, looked up to D
    And you guessed it we worked up the soft, tripled the reef
    But the game's sold not told, it ain't free

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