Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Here We Are, artist - Freeway. Date of issue: 30.07.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Here We Are |
| Come through, hammer on me. |
| We. |
| We all got money |
| Damn they asked for me now |
| Here we are, here we are |
| Comin' up in this game better know it’s a struggle |
| Hardly ever see my daughter but she know that I love her |
| Down to my last ounce still pour with my brother |
| Fuck with Jack, everybody that you know’ll get smothered |
| Just touched from a state and send my ho to another |
| When your rubberbands stacked, they don’t notice your color |
| Miss my big cousin Harvey been gone a few summers |
| So I don’t never use the phone, I stay with a new number |
| And I’m coppin' everything if you got a cool number |
| Ain’t a flashy type of nigga everything I do under |
| Finna hit the road with my brand new bunny |
| Still spendin' old, ain’t touched this new money |
| What could you do for me? |
| I’m an entrepreneur |
| Been gettin' dough since 4 finger rings and rockin' Velours |
| Think killin' Osama will put a stop to the war? |
| It only made more problems, retaliations in store (I bet) |
| Come through, hammer on me. |
| We. |
| We all got money |
| Damn they asked for me now |
| Here we are, here we are |
| Aye this for my niggas who ain’t make it |
| I lost my heart young and I never did replace it |
| Yo I just wash the pain away with drugs |
| See my foe wash his brain away with guns |
| I’m in the Dunya tryna make it out the slums |
| Became the future because you’ll never see me where I’m from |
| Home of the losers |
| Who came up from the front line with the shooters |
| So we take what we want |
| Gettin' high I’m a user, 28s on the donk |
| Rather die and shoot ya, than take a loss |
| Cuz all you niggas losers so you pay the cost |
| Tryna shine like a jeweler Mueller on my arm |
| Yeah, you wouldn’t know 'bout that glam-life |
| It costs dough you niggas better get the cash right |
| I’ll get loc’d if you ain’t count the duffle bag twice |
| I’m pure dope like a solid in a glass pipe nigga |
| Come through, hammer on me. |
| We. |
| We all got money |
| Damn they asked for me now |
| Here we are, here we are |
| Rep that MOB, I’m just like that |
| We out here, I don’t think they like that |
| P-World, we them fly cats |
| A mean world in them projects |
| That’s where niggas lose they life at |
| That’s ill nigga how you write that? |
| I’m real so it came out easy |
| No one believe you but everybody believe me |
| I pull out product they pay me |
| I’m full of Prada and Bale’s |
| I pull a chop out and down him |
| Or maybe I use the brownie |
| That’s over your head unless you are one of us and you killed |
| Sandwiches on our belt, that mean cannons is on our hip |
| I been gangsta before colors, boyz N' da hood and menace |
| Takin' up for my brothers, into the coke business |
| Wake you up with my thumper, then clean up every witness |
| Told us never kill so I beg for forgiveness |
| You don’t overstand tryna picture how I’m livin' |
| Do the best you can, probably still end up in prison |
| Never went to school all my niggas out here pitchin' |
| Got a mothafuckin' tool, jump straight into the deep end |