Freeway - It's Not Right lyrics

rate me

Do even asked me the reason...

Yeah I know,you hear freeway everywhere you go

before rap you see freeway everywhere you at

you can bounce, he move yayo heavy with the crack

now I'm in there like Prego with the ROC

thick like labels with mack

now I do doughnuts on the cops,keep cradles of stacks

and you now when you hot when niggas hate on ya' tracks

and you know when you shot when bullets come out ya' back

for words coming out your mouth watch the way you rat

cause'I'm from the streets and you will hate the way I act

with a SK, Nine, or a Dillinger pick the heat

mad cause' I lounge in a 8 Cylinder pick a beat

fuck it up, holla at Julio get it checked

my squad do circles like Hula-hoops with ya' freaks

send her home after giving us neck, you can't sleep

wonder why ya' girlfriend not giving you sex

same nigga you told can't stop hustlin' won't eat,uhhn!

Tell me how we know,

this we lead will take us places that we don't wanna go

now I really wanna change,but I'm chasing change

trying to ease the pain, shelter for the rain

I don't wanna hurt no more

Yo, since a buck I been a knuckle-head

half of the stuff you said, went in one and out the other ear

you break ya' neck for what I asked for

pops wasn't around one of the reasons why I'm hustlin' now

one of the reasons why you strugglin' now,

wit' three one your own, workin' the night shift and leavin' us home

It's cool mom, I just couldn't got to school mom

cause' of rappin' cause' of that you 'bout to move mom

boy make moves mom, soon mom, trying to get us away

from them nosey neighbors and the boys in blue mom,

but I remember them times, no food in the crib

nobody taking timeout schoolin' the kids

in school with the kids they got they Timb's on

buttered up, it wasn't right

I'm up in there my slim's on button up, it's alright

but they ain't never clown me, they see pain up in me

I had a little Sugar Shane up in me

Why that cat gotta be pushin' them Bently's

back to back like that , cause' god meant me

you little dirty punks ain't ready for the boy

load four thiry chunks and eatin' seventy more

what makes you say that is it cause I'm laid back

spinnin' through them wheels of fortune like Sajak

pump your brakes scrap, I only spit it for ya'll

niggas like my nigga Mark eatin' space packs

ya'll niggas want R.I.P but I'm CEO

I remember I use to see CC

cop, cook, and collect

my nigga Kyle use to cook it the best

but for you crooked cops I got a 40 cal that'll cook up

ya' chest, parolized my man, slimmed his legs and

parolized his chance, I know Allah got plans

but still I remaniss at night this can't be us this

can't be right

It's funny me chasing change

made my whole life change, got me a range

slammed in the bing, freedom snatched away

hug my momma from a K,

watchin' a tear roll off her face

but mom is hurting no more