Freeway - Intro lyrics

We struggle, we look to Allah to guide us
But we constantly letting bullshit divide us
And we steadily let the jizz
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 Da'wah
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
Fuck 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 stu'
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
Till we meet again
It's the Roc (It's the Roc) you Bastards
(You Bastards, You Bastards, You Bastards)
It's the Roc you Bastards
(You Bastards, You Bastards, You Bastards)
It's the Roc
We think we free, live free, die hard, nigga
The new Roc childs, Roc Nation it's the Roc