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Song title: Freeway - Free

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[freeway]
Okay, I see where yall 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 cant get out
And he lose a couple pounds and his skin get pale
And hes 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, theyd be out
But they dont so they sittin for a minute
Thats 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! thats 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 clipll rock ya world, nigga calm ya bore beef
Shootin out with free you gon need a four leaf
But freeway aint 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 aint free
Gimme the kees, yall niggas is bitchin
Package it up, Im out with the breeze
In and out of lanes until I get where Im goin
Thats how I got my name, mane, series and my man aint 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
Thats how I got my change, fam
Aint 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
Imma play joe clark when its 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 cant tell
I gotta pay for all the food that I take in
And gotta pay for all the chronic that I inhale
Thats why I stick with my team, nigga, stick with my men
Yall dudes freelance, play for any team
Dont stand for nothin then you fall for anything
Turn on your voice soon as you get any cheers
But its cool, beat downs with bats and spiked chains are free
Gettin played and haters screamin my name aint me
Gettin paid and changin the game is me
Thats why I keep a gatt in the tuck
That rip through ya bean, yall niggas mad cuz yall aint 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 aint free
Used to get work hard couldnt cook soft
My homey remain anonymous, looked up to d
And you guessed it we worked up the soft, tripled the reef
But the games sold not told, it aint free