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(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 Letras de canciones [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] From Letras Mania