Freeway - Lived It lyrics

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Freeway - Lived It lyrics

[Produced by Girl Talk] [Verse 1] I started with the hottest label ever, yeah I came in the game like a kid with a cheat code I'm from the neighborhood where the people Sell d** just to eat Try to leave But they barely make enough Yeah, it's hard to make it out It look like the legal system, easy and hard to make it out Everybody got doubts But I was down for the bout I fought like Floyd Mayweather I was screaming "Hey lover" But them chicks said them n***as that ain't making no chips ain't loveable Ain't huggable, ain't f**able The feeling that it gave me in my stomach was despicable So I flipped bricks, grabbed the whip And I pulled up in a 6, they was screaming "Hey loverboy" A couple months pa**ed, I grabbed another toy They grabbed my [?] and my mother's boy [Bridge] Everything I write is vivid Just like a TV with my Sharp a** You see me when I dart past I paint pictures, I went to art cla** I lived it I was raised by them hood rules And raised by my mother's rules I learned lessons, I went to summer school [Hook] You talk this, I live this I want this, I need this I'm of this, I am this You talk this, I live this I walk this, I breathe this I'm of this, I am this [Verse 2] Flip bricks like a gymnast Cooked up like a chemist Them drug dealers was my temp agency Easy way for me to get the Benjamins Used to be thirst, get the grams from any man Then I came of age and I flipped the middle man Nowadays I'm f**ing with the stage to get paid Still keep a sawed-off aged to riddle men Y'all kidding me, y'all little men You better respect your elders, be gentlemen Whoever told y'all "Come f** with Freezer" Was setting your dumb a** up for failure Still keep a hem and I'm quick to nail ya Billy Dee Williams, b**h, Colt 4-fiver Leave y'all leaning like a Sprite two-liter With promethazine and codeine Full Freezer's flow is so lean Mean Mean [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm dealing with facts only, everything real in my raps I'm from Philly, that's the murder cap And these rappers murder on tracks only Way before I had a stack on me Guarantee that that had a strap on me Case a player hater tried to run up on me co*k back, sit it in his hat It's a new era They k**ed Bin Laden, I'm the new terror E420 wagon and I'm from that era I'm from the crack era My Uncle Ooh raised me, I'm from that batch Used to drive in a tight ten hatchback Now I got the BM, got the new Mercedes Streets love me just like that Laubach They hyped cause [Bridge] [Hook]