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[Freeway]I was piss poor, water used to leak in my placefirst we struggled then we hustled till the paper got straight |
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Copped weight, place got straight then we chopped it up bagged it twelve twelves five eight's24/7 on my |
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Kane shit, no half steppin'for protection kept my weapon alwayswe grind hard and we hopin to catch a charge2 lawyers, |
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Frank Minyard on the casespank that then we straight |
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I'm a neighbourhood legend, |
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Benz waggin with the hatchbackthat was way back before the contractmy right hand had a red ac legendand we stay smokin reefer having marijuana sessionswe had your bitches gettin high catching contactany problem with you guys nickel nine thatbring my hood everywhere |
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I'm atI define reppin[Chorus- Freeway] |
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We from the bottom now we shining with jewelswe keep on grinding and we rhyme like we got something to provebut don't follow me, follow my moves yung'undon't follow me follow my moves yung'un[Birdman] |
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We from the bottom and we grind with toolsmake money everyday, candy paint with jewels niggadon't follow me follow my moves yung'undon't follow me follow my moves yung'un[Birdman - Verse] |
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Fresh paint, (?) hundred rags on the |
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Harleyand we grind every day big mansions and ferrari'suptown nigga where it all startedbig money big guns out the hallwayswent to hood in something new stuntin everydayblowing purple haze with a hundred cakewith a hundred |
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B's all stacking cheese |
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YM CMBwith the |
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Louie frames with the curtains backin the new phantom stunting like laid backborn rich, hood rich, cash money, more shit |
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MOB UPT, spent a mill on some keys, candy leather seatsproject life, tatts and fleetshundred mill, it's what we eat[Chorus][Freeway] |
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Put up, shut up, y'all niggas run uptag you with the burner for the number 1 stunnay'all niggas never had flows like freezernigga please you'll never have cheese like babykeys to the phantom not the keys to the mercedeslast of the |
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Mohicans, |
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I'll be sleeping with the cannon |
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I'll wake with it on and quake it on whoever's drawnyou play with it on, |
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I stay with it onnigga try me, put the cannon to his wigif he eating now he creeping bring the cannon to his cribno doubt we will go on routewe move out for the money dummy this is how we livethis is |
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Birdman and |
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Philly freewe are eating getting money off of words mancame along way from flipping birds manif y'all niggas hatin just let it be[Chorus] |
