Freeway - Free lyrics

Free ohohohohoh
Okay, I see where y'all going Free
Okay, aight dude
You want me to fuck with that Free shit? Okay
Yeah, I got you Blazeholla! Uh! yeah!
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 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 sitting in his cell
Til his patience gone, you know
Free-way be feeling your pain
I got twelve homies doing the same
And if they had bail, homey, they'd be out
But they don't so they sitting for a minute
That's the price of the game when you in it
Your Free dom get stripping 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, Holding em down nigga
The clique tight
Home or in jail 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 skillets leaking
Like Aunt Jemima
Fuck what ya man think that nigga
Gone but he ain't Free
Gimme the keys, y'all niggas is bitching
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
Same reason 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 till we rich man
I'ma 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 nothing then
You fall for anything
Turn on your boys soon as you get any chance
But, it's cool, beat downs with bats and
Spiked chains are Free
Getting played and haters screaming
My name ain't me
Getting paid and changing the game is me
That's why I keep a gat in the tuck
That rip through ya V
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 the door, icing your chain
Clean up ya kids
Hook up ya boys but gotta work
Hard cuz it ain't Free
Used to get work hard couldn't cook soft
My homey remain anonymous, whipped up the D
And you guessed it we worked up the soft
Tripled the re
But the game's sold not told, it ain't Free