Freeway - It's Over lyrics

[Verse 1] Things just ain't the same for gangsters But I don't give a f**, I'm back without a Just track Tried to reach out and work, but he ain't chirp back It's all good -- I'm here, n***a, the beard bigger Flow stronger, the clip longer, will air n***as Lay 'em down flat, I stay around straps We don't lounge or frown, we bounce back From the wicked streets of Philly, all we do is gain stacks Face facts - I been done it since "1-900" I been sickening since Hot 9-7 I been stunting since black man man had the black Lexus 400 Then I done it 450 -- had the Lexus to Land Motherf**er, I'm my own man I'm a grown man; try me, get your hair flown Free break, get your security breached Word on the streets I'm heated, better sleep with your chrome, b**hes [Verse 2] First Jay and Dame break up, now every day I wake up Somebody got a problem with Free, something to say Now, I'm the only rapper that'll bust around and clap ya If I say it Philly right down your way, body ya peeps They mad cause I'm f**ing with Fif', s**ing they teeth It's funny when they see me, how they switch what they say Look, if Jay ain't approve it, it wouldn't have happened So you need to fall back and concentrate on your music, ba*tard Motherf**ers better go mop up 'fore I plug you b**hes shows, get your shows shot up You are not k**ing nothing, you are no shotta And you never be strapped when you roll, I rap what I know I'm about to get the platinum right after the gold Y'all n***as stay stagnant, not attacking your goals, f*ggot And Philly Freezer's goals are reached And I'm achieving, y'all leaking, y'all goals on hold, holla [Verse 3] Things just ain't the same for gangsters I'm back without a track from Kanye, it's all good The dash on the 760 is all wood I got the heat in the stash, I use the nine lethal We different people, and when egos collide The pride coincide and it bring on the evil, look Fact is, he too busy, I'm too gutter I was f**ing with him when n***as was like, "Who is he?" But like the Scriptures say, quickly they forget Quickly let me reminisce If a n***a ever try me, we'll see who could spit Any rapper, anybody, I'll body the list Y'all smoking bullsh**, I'm smoking firey piff Since the age of thirteen, I acquired the gift to spit And I'm coming, when that Philly Freezer running with it Non-stop gunning when they making them hits, holla