| Holla at ya fuckin boy
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| I know it’s been a minute my niggas
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| But this the official return of Freeway
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| Early!
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| And if you ain’t walkin with me
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| Then you must be against me
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| And it’s goin down, we ain’t takin no prisoners
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| That’s right, that’s right, okay!
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| HOLD ON!
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| Now tell me who the fuck you thought it would be
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| I’m in the booth with a quarter water, recordin with Free
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| It’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be
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| Nice with the spit, pay attention you ain’t more important than me!
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| You need to get it right bitch, YOU AIN’T KNOWIN, see it’s the God yo
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| See most of you niggas is corny with your corn on the cob flow
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| Wells Fargo bread, ship it like cargo
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| I’m shit and got 'em sick while I’m whippin a Monte Carlo
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| I let the sparks go, what you tryin to step on my Clarks for? |
| (Clarks for)
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| It’s cold in this bitch, you better put on a scarf ho
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| Stayin close to the money, duckin the Narcs
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| So I can keep a whip in McLaren’s, while I pull up and park slow
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| When I get the itch, I go fuck a bitch down and park slow
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| The God’s dope and you can’t defeat me, it’s hard, I’m one of the last of
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| Allah’s hopes
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| Chain big with an ugly pendant a nigga drippin heavy in a long rope
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| They’ll name you after my aimin at you through a long scope
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| They need you like the reaper done came to greet you in a long coat
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| You’ll all choke
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| While I’m spittin (givin you bars), swallow and digest it
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| Like I was livin up in your mom’s throat (mom's throat)
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| Then I float
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| Back and forth through the hood, lockin the city, so pity you and your squad bro
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| If you ain’t heard when I last said it — the God’s dope
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| These niggas think they can stand a chance when testing me, AW (NOPE!)
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| (Walk with me)
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| (You walk with me)
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| (You walk with me)
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| You should walk with me
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| It’s Freeway, and I’m rebellin, you should walk with me
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| I got the whole world walkin with me, stompin with me
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| Yeah, they Million Man Marchin with me, every city
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| Walk (walk), haters y’all need to walk (walk)
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| Cause I’ll leave you chalked (chalked), if you fuck (fuck) with me
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| I got the whole world walkin with me, stompin with me
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| Yeah, they Million Man Marchin with me, every city
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| Uh, take a walk with the dyin skills that define art
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| Move with lethal straight from my mind’s thoughts, I define smart
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| Nigga try me, I leave 'em dearly departed
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| Civilians or artists, arsenals' awesome, I leave your man chalked
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| I am Noah, I will kick you from the damn Ark
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| Feed you to the fishes like spare parts, don’t you dare start
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| Boa constrictor flow, constrictin your air lines
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| Like you out of space with no oxygen, tell your man HALT!
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| I am royalty, play with me, get your man sparked
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| Throw him in the oven like ham hots, 'til the man rot
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| Or it’s off with his head, off with his dreadlocks
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| My mom cooked yayo and boil eggs in the same pot
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| So I’m still reppin but excellent at the same time
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| Tell 'em stay away from open fire, the flame’s hot!
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| The gate’s hot, but they vacate when the gates pop
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| Niggas dropped my man, bust blank shots at the same time
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| No discussion, I will bust with the same nine
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| Niggas say they bust when it’s game time, but they will not
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| They still wish on the wishin well, but my will’s hot
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| Niggas prayin I flop, I still wish 'em well
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| Roc-A-Fella's the team, your team’s not sellin
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| Y’all sellin the streets dreams, the dreams in a pot
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| Me and Busta’s keep it clean, we not tellin a thing
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| If a nigga tell on me, I’m lettin off shots
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| AH! |
| yeah, uh huh, AH!
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| Nice work, gun work, you should see son work
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| Dead serious or fun work, either one hurt
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| Yellow gold, white gold, platinum, yappin 'em
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| If he even think about movin, put a cap in 'em
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| Real shit, fake shit, hate shit, snake shit
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| Knowin something don’t belong to you and you take shit
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| Head shots, you and you, graveyard funeral
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| And I ain’t comin home 'til June 2022
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| Real humble, mad smart, got heart, had heart
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| Another nigga raisin my seeds now, the sad part
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| Good guy, bad guy, mom’s cry, dad cry
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| All I got is stories to tell, how I was mad fly
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| Jack Mack, Tuna fish, all I could do is wish
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| And wait for this bullshit appeal, but it’s foolishness
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| And the jailhouse lawyers talk with me
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| It’s cool, but I need somebody to walk with me
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| (Walk with me)
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| (You walk with me)
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| (You walk with me)
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| (Me, me, baby girl) |