[Intro]

Free

Okay

I see where y'all going

Alright, yeah, uh-huh, yeah

Free

Okay

Alright, Gu'

You want me to fuck with that Free shit? Okay

Yeah, I got you, Blaze

Holler, uh, yeah, uh

[Verse]

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 'cause 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 sittin' in his cell 'til his patience gone, you know

Freeway be feeling your pain, I got twelve homies doing the same

And if they had bail, homie, they'd be out

But they don't, so they sittin' for a minute

That's the price of the game when you in it

Your freedom get strippen 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 your boyzie boyzies

Nigga, Freeway like Georgie Porgie

Puddin' pie, kiss the girl, fuck kiss, get orgies

One clip'll rock your world, nigga, calm your bore beef

Shootin' out with Free, you gon' need a four leaf

But Freeway 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 your man think, that nigga gone, but he ain't free

Give me 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, man, same reason my man ain't free

You can get shot in your face

Not payin' attention, lunchin', gripped by the D's

Gotta be on point movin' your 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 'til 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 your 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 freelance, 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 your V

Y'all niggas mad 'cause 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 your kids

Hook up your bulls, but gotta work hard 'cause it ain't free

Used to get work hard, couldn't cook soft

My homie remain anonymous, whipped up the D

And you guessed it, we whipped up the soft, tripled the re

But the game's sold, not told, it ain't free