[Freeway]

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