Intro
Freeway
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We struggle, we look to xxx The Goddess But we constantly letting bullshit divide us And we steadily let the xxx get the best of us You pull up and we throwing 10 at the driver We kids from the gutter, we ain't know no better And, our money was funny, we ain't know no Prada No dough, no jewels, so the hoes didn't bother I was going to school, wearing clothes from my Father Had to post up with the stickers, that a stigmata? If you don't hustle where I live, then you don't get nada Was a disgrace to my mom, pulled my first case Grinding in the crack house, on my 26th hour No fresh pair of clothes, took no shower I was posted like the Baker trying to flip the flour Couple older Muslims tried to give us xxx Then the people raided us, the shit went sour When you grinding in the game, there's plenty up's and down's Gotta dump some rounds, chasing that money and power Now I'm a child of the ghetto Hood legend, made these niggas proud of the ghetto Hood reverend, preach the niggas with me shit;s about I am living proof that you can make it out the ghetto People often ask me, 'Freezer how are you successful?' I'm constantly making moves and I don't ever settle I abuse the mic, but don't abuse the fame And I chose to use my brain, while other's used the metal F*ck the people trying to put a co-defendant on me Can't catch another case, my kids depending on me Know the difference, some friends are real, some friends are phoney Fall in love, but don't ever marry a Tenderoni 'Cause when niggas can't get at you, they'll get at her These are the consequences when you getting money I couldn't find his safe, I made his girl show me Put my truths in my music, let the world know me Now I feel like the world owe me, a whole lot of dough You don't like it? Blow me Man I step up in the xx and I control the booth And my raps are spitting facts, all I know is the truth I been gearing, I've been back I've been rich and I've been crack Got this whole shit popping, then I was damn near forgotten Left the Roc, but miraculously managed to blossom They thought that I would lose my faculties, without the faculty Evil men, sent their defense in to tackle me Their evil xxx evil eye, match their evil grin They ain't know, I run the Desert Eagle in They do it for their dead homies, let em' be with them Try to rip my youngin's up, before they see the Pen I take em on the road and let them be with men Yes, we're the Ex-Kilo gang I do it for my niggas, trying to sneak a Kilo in They say, since we did it our way It shouldn't be a win In this country, getting money shouldn't be a sin You should be chasing that paper, You shouldn't be a hater Pray you stay in God's good graces, til' shouldn't meet again It's the Roc (It's the Roc) You Bastard's (You Bastard's)
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Written by: Richard Islam Crawford, Khalil Wilson, Leslie Pridgen
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