Free Lyrics - Philadelphia Freeway - Freeway

[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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