(feat. Birdman)




[Freeway]

I was piss poor, water used to leak in my place

first we struggled then we hustled till the paper got straight

Copped weight, place got straight then we chopped it up bagged it twelve twelves five eight’s

24/7 on my Kane shit, no half steppin’

for protection kept my weapon always

we grind hard and we hopin to catch a charge

2 lawyers, Frank Minyard on the case

spank that then we straight

I’m a neighbourhood legend, Benz waggin with the hatchback

that was way back before the contract

my right hand had a red ac legend

and we stay smokin reefer having marijuana sessions

we had your bitches gettin high catching contact

any problem with you guys nickel nine that

bring my hood everywhere I’m at

I define reppin



[Chorus- Freeway]

We from the bottom now we shining with jewels

we keep on grinding and we rhyme like we got something to prove

but don’t follow me, follow my moves yung’un

don’t follow me follow my moves yung’un



[Birdman]

We from the bottom and we grind with tools

make money everyday, candy paint with jewels nigga

don’t follow me follow my moves yung’un

don’t follow me follow my moves yung’un



[Birdman - Verse]

Fresh paint, (?) hundred rags on the Harley

and we grind every day big mansions and ferrari’s

uptown nigga where it all started

big money big guns out the hallways

went to hood in something new stuntin everyday

blowing purple haze with a hundred cake

with a hundred B’s all stacking cheese YM CMB

with the Louie frames with the curtains back

in the new phantom stunting like laid back

born rich, hood rich, cash money, more shit

MOB UPT, spent a mill on some keys, candy leather seats

project life, tatts and fleets

hundred mill, it’s what we eat



[Chorus]



[Freeway]

Put up, shut up, y’all niggas run up

tag you with the burner for the number 1 stunna

y’all niggas never had flows like freezer

nigga please you’ll never have cheese like baby

keys to the phantom not the keys to the mercedes

last of the Mohicans, I’ll be sleeping with the cannon

I’ll wake with it on and quake it on whoever’s drawn

you play with it on, I stay with it on

nigga try me, put the cannon to his wig

if he eating now he creeping bring the cannon to his crib

no doubt we will go on route

we move out for the money dummy this is how we live

this is Birdman and Philly free

we are eating getting money off of words man

came along way from flipping birds man

if y’all niggas hatin just let it be



[Chorus]