Testo Free - Freeway
Testo della canzone Free (Freeway), tratta dall'album Philadelphia Freeway
Free, ooh
Okay, I see where y'all are goin'
Alright, yeah, uh-huh, yeah
Okay, alright dude, you want me to fuck with that Free shit? (Free)
Okay, yeah, I got you blaze, holla
Uh, yeah, uh!
(Free) 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 'cause 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
(Free)way be feelin' your pain, I got 12 homies doin' the same
And if they had bail, homie, 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 (Free)dom 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
(Free)way 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 (Free)way 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 keys, 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 thing (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 (Free)lance, 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 homie 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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Writer(s): Kent Robbins
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