Time to freak it, yeah (Norva and, and Lambo both gone, man, yeah, they're both gone)
I ain't fuck with y'all niggas in Vegas no more (Fuck), y'all had a nigga on tequila, crack, Daniel, all that shit (Yeah)
Yeah, Eastside, I claim that (Yeah)
I recorded my first raps on 47th, I flamed that (Yeah)
That was back in '04, I was ridin' 'round bumpin' T.I., "ASAP"
Now I'm a real urban legend
Every day a nigga free a blessing
Whack him and destroy the murder weapon
Yeah (Yeah), whack him, get another murder weapon
Don't go out like Keefe D, snitchin' over VladTV
Bad bitch drove from D.C., tryna fuck a nigga for a fee
Make her say that she a freaky girl, give me head in the Hummer EV (Front seat of the Hummer)
Yeah, I done been crossed, I done been hit, I done been stepped on (Yeah, stepped on)
Nigga took loss after loss, friends leave when that check gone
Slept on, but a broken heart ain't gon' feed these kids (These kids)
Yeah, I gotta have a talk with God 'bout all the things I did, yeah (Yeah)
Drugs, aggravated robbery (Uh)
Hurtin' on the inside and hidin' behind this tough shit and this misogyny
See, the man in the mirror ain't gon' lie to me
Whole lot of snake niggas, they surroundin' me
Can't even blame 'em if they wanna body me
Niggas'll knock you off to get a followin', I know, yeah
Yeah, I know, yeah
I had to fall back and let shit breathe (Yeah)
Actin' back to the rappin', nigga, like Bo Jackson, I'll switch leagues
Niggas don't want no guest verses, I'm the real king of these sixteens, bitch (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm the real king of these sixteens (Yeah)
Twenty-fours, forty-eights, fortunate enough to fornicate
And on a regular basis, nigga's fuckin', I like it, she shake it
Mama German and Daddy Jamaican, got all colors, my bitches ain't racist
Got all colors, I'm preachin' diversity, yeah
Fuck a surgery, I put you in somebody university
I know God got a plan for me or He would've let niggas come murder me
But these bitches can't bully me, bother me, worry me
I'ma be thuggin' this shit 'til they bury me
When we do killin', we do this shit thoroughly (Yeah)
Hit the collection and I made it flurry (Yeah)
Ten thousand in ones, let's get this shit done
I handle the supers, don't give IG boosters no motherfuckin' jewelry
2 a.m., bitch, and now I'm in a hurry
8 a.m. flight, why they book it so early? Damn (Oh shit)
Got an 8 a.m. flight, why they book it so early? Shit
[Slink Johnson]
Freddie, you can't go back, man
You see how you livin' over here?
Nigga, you ballin'
The baddest bitches on your dick
Come enjoy some of this decadenceSome of this extravadance
Some of this , I said extravadance, I meant extrava
Nigga, you know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Who needs school, nigga, when you got bitches?
Look, you got a pound of coke
You don't even wanna smoke the shit, you wanna sell the shit
Nigga, I'm tryna get to enjoy some of that
But at least sellin' it is cool
But why don't you just do some of that shit? Nigga, it's cool, check this out
Ah, ah, ah, ah
That's the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout, Freddie
As long as you keep sinnin', I'ma keep winnin'
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