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[Intro: Freeway]
Uh, yeah
Woo! Uh, it’s going down, niggas!
Yes! Khaled! Free!
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse One: Freeway]
It’s that slow flow, F-R double-E, nigga
See them pussy niggas but you can’t see me
I’m sunk in the seat
Clutch my hammer close, I’m controlling the V
And love the cities on both the coasts
But still repping the East, yeah
They like, “Freeway, where you been?”
In North Philly, in the hood, cooking a ki’
Tell me, how crooked is he?
The mayor gave him the key to the city
Then he turn around and flood the city with nickels
To break the cycle, the nine-nickel chrome
The mini-mansion, his home
If Khaled call my phone, I’m in the place to be
G4, the M-I, get high, float in the friendly sky
I’m that fly, tell my pilot the fourth
Far as raps, I murder tracks, Philly
I kill the shit out a sixteen
Shit’s mean, spit a clip for the chorus, I
Tape and record it, put the murder on wax, I
Ship it out to Khaled and shoot a video for it, holla!

[Chorus: Freeway]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga

[Verse Two: Freeway]
My shooter keep it moving, you niggas barely moving
Them bullets almost hit you, you scream, “A-hallelujah!”
I’m on grind, all-time with the Ruger
And Khaled, all these niggas [?], they want me to lose, but
I’m on my Ps and Qs and, I got my eyes open
Can make it happen with rapping, I get my Ps and Qs in
I know Katrina shooting, know Mr. Robert smoking
I supply the addicts, they grab the baggage and keep it moving
Keep it, holding, 6-series, not stolen
Drop the lop look like the roof stolen, call the cops
He be stacking like Lego, leave me holding all the blocks
Run up on him, treat you like the drop, roof open
All them stick-up boys scheming on them fat boys scoping
They be hoping that I’m slipping, I be praying that I’m not
Nigga, ’til then, I’m supplying the block
Free at Last almost here, you should keep ya ears open, nigga!

[Chorus: Freeway & Malice]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga
Yeah, yeah, check it, check it

[Verse Three: Malice & Pusha T]
95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route
And I ain’t fronting nothing neither, that ain’t what I’m ‘bout
No doubt; from Virginia, where the drought never touch us
Them dopes in the pillows, the home of the couch-stuffers
Pop clutches, drop-tops on all you motherfuckers
And all the baddest bitches pretending that they love us
Fucking the soul out us, we call ‘em the Golden-Mouthers
Paying for the service with Louis or Gucci pouches
Send ‘em to they spouses, we back in the street
Cooking up them ounces, from a quarter to a ki’
Call me Place-Your-Order P, c’est la vie
If you want it, know, I got it for cheap, Re-Up Gang, niggas!
We cock and bang, niggas, we cop them thangs, niggas
Million records sold and still them same niggas
Bigger picture, grill with the angel fixtures
Where I’m at, they measure worth by your figures, uh!

[Chorus: Freeway]
I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked, for the record
Khaled from the South where them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West, where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga? That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from, nigga, wherever you at, nigga

[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up

[Verse 1]
We at the top now
We riding foreign and shit so let the top down
She wanna top now told her bitch not now
I ain’t got time for shit we geting gwuap now
You ain’t no kin to me
Just a friend to me
I gotta do it 1 time for my enemies
Smoking kush trees
Then we spray febreze
Gucci boots for the winner no scraping knees
If I’m ugly
She love me
Yea i do the ralph lauren prolly rugby
So bitch back up
We sacked up
I got a 40 with a beam and a mac truck

[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up

[Verse 2]
Lemme take them to finesse school
Niggas wearing fake Trues like that’s cool (not cool)
I’ll send the haters at dude
Like Lil JB I’m that dude
We them niggas with that attitude
She want to fuck so I put her on the schedule
We ain’t scared of you
We way ahead of you
And on my hands that’s cocaine residue
Throw L’s up
Get filled up
I don’t he wanna feel the shells hit ya
No snitching
Cause we’ll get ya
I had to do it one time for my niggas

[Hook]
We up they falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up

[Outro]
They falling we balling
God damn we up
Stop calling stop stalking
We know we up

[Chorus]
You can love it, you can leave it
And say you’re nothing without it
Don’t let them keep you down
What if I don’t need it? There’s something about it
That just freaks me out
I just want another minute with it, f*ck up little, what’s the use?
Never superficial you don’t know it when it hit you
With a little sentimental when I’m off the juice

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Yeah, okay we colder than the breeze
But the breeze ain’t flowin’ like me, motherf*cker hol’ up
You don’t need to hol’ up, yeah
And I can show you how I seem what it is what it truly might be
Nothing that you know of, you don’t need to hol’ up
I’m so above from beyond you take drugs to make it up
Way up where we on, space shuttle, Elon
Time we don’t waste much, f*ck and we wake up
Then have her sing just like Céline Dion
Catch me if you can but, you never catch me damn
Whole lotta “yes I am”
All the way in with no exit plan
Already left and the jet don’t land
Yeah, the time is ticking
Come take a ride, get inside, this is highly different
I’m talking fly like a pilot would
Can I mind my business? Why you trippin’?
Give you somethin’ that your eyes can witness
Ooh, too close
I don’t understand why you doing the most

[Chorus: Mac Miller + Snoop Dogg]
You can love it, you can leave it
And say you’re nothing without it
Don’t let them keep you down
What if I don’t need it? There’s something about it
That just freaks me out
I just want another minute with it, f*ck up little, what’s the use?What’s the use?
Never superficial you don’t know it when it hit you
With a little sentimental when I’m off the juice

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
When I’mma give you what you came for, yeah
Shoulda perk too hard to have a clue who you are
Set the bar so far but par we can parlay all day
Crib long range with the yard
I know I should probably pray more but you gotta love me
‘Cuz I save the day spendin’ money
When I had nothing sh*t it wasn’t so funny
Made a promise to the homies nobody go hungry
Look how far we came, still they throwin’ dirt on my name
But it never worried my brain
Heads turnin’ like a hurricane swervin’
Tell the sun get up outta my shade
If they don’t get the picture, cut ’em out of my frame, sh*t
I’m up 30 thou miles plus change
Spend a while but I’m down ’till I’m out
And it is what it is ’til it ain’t

[Bridge: Thundercat]

[Chorus: Mac Miller + Snoop Dogg]
You can love it, you can leave it
And say you’re nothing without it
Don’t let them keep you down
What if I don’t need it? There’s something about it
That just freaks me out
I just want another minute with it, f*ck up little, what’s the use?
What’s the use?
Never superficial you don’t know it when it hit you
With a little sentimental when I’m off the juice

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
You can love it
It just freaks me out

[Intro: Fat Joe]
It’s like Déjà vu
Ladies love cool Dre
Crack!
You gotta love us

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Now you’re callin’ me for attention, feinin’ for attention
Say you’re looking for that action
Got my name all in your mentions
Oh now you’re coming to your senses, yeah
Now you’re callin’ me for attention, feinin’ for attention
Say you’re looking for that action
Got my name all in your mentions
Oh now you’re coming to your senses
So now we, ooh
And now you got all the time, in the world now you all free and feinin’ for me time, ooh
Feinin’ for me time, ooh
Coming to your senses, feinin’ for me time

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
What’s love but a little ménage
What’s Trump without a little of Kanye?
Two Birkins in the drop
Verdicts out, yeah I put it in her mouth
Fat ass, slim waist, thick lips, no face, no case so they can’t say sh*t
Yeah she did it yeah she did it on the floor, on the sink, on the counters of the kitchen
Now you’re coming to your senses
Got it wet, Six Flags Great Adventure
Ever since I put that ass in detention
You were showing ass on the crack for attention

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Now you’re callin’ me for attention, feinin’ for attention
Say you’re looking for that action
Got my name all in your mentions
Oh now you’re coming to your senses, yeah
Now you’re callin’ me for attention, feinin’ for attention
Say you’re looking for that action
Got my name all in your mentions
Oh now you’re coming to your senses
So now we, ooh
And now you got all the time, in the world now you all free and feinin’ for me time, ooh
Feinin’ for me time, ooh
Coming to your senses, feinin’ for me time

[Verse 2: Dre]
Yeah you comin’ to your senses
Yeah you comin’ to your senses
Yeah you comin’ to your, ooh
Yeah you comin’ to your senses
Yeah you comin’ to your senses
Just so you know
Here we go with the same Drama
You actin’ out, seen this before, you after clout
Before you know it you be on the outside
Lookin in, like damn I’m missin’ them good times
Your last nigga did the plug walk
Price trippin’ like how you let the plug walk, yeah
Speak all facts that’s the plug talk
Got you sendin me texts lets f*ck talk

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Now you’re callin’ me for attention, feinin’ for attention
Say you’re looking for that action
Got my name all in your mentions
Oh now you’re coming to your senses, yeah
Now you’re callin’ me for attention, feinin’ for attention
Say you’re looking for that action
Got my name all in your mentions
Oh now you’re coming to your senses
So now we, ooh
And now you got all the time, in the world now you all free and feinin’ for me time, ooh
Feinin’ for me time, ooh
Coming to your senses, feinin’ for me time
Now you’re callin’ me for attention, feinin’ for attention
Say you’re looking for that action
Got my name all in your mentions
Oh now you’re coming to your senses, yeah
Now you’re callin’ me for attention, feinin’ for attention
Say you’re looking for that action
Got my name all in your mentions
Oh now you’re coming to your senses
So now we, ooh
And now you got all the time, in the world now you all free and feinin’ for me time, ooh
Feinin’ for me time, ooh
Coming to your senses, feinin’ for me time

[Chorus: Denzel Curry & Twelve’len]
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Inside this paper plane
Note my words are Navy sealed so here and I quote
Taboo and I are in the same boat
What’s said from Pennywise, I guess we all float
Sky is the limit, I could die in a minute
Got my mind in a skillet, suicide not the mission
See the vibe very timid, I’m timid and very sad
Translated my thoughts and feelings I pivot into the pad
Rapers turn to landscapers when they use hoes
Hoes turn to housewives when they see gold
Ice Cube with activator when I’m aggravated
Or decapitated when I lose my head since life is overrated
Ten thousand feet, a thousand steps
I let it all sink to a thousand depths
Soon black balloons pop
That’ll be the day the pain stops

[Chorus: Denzel Curry & Twelve’len]
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Heaven or Hell, huh, which one prevails, huh?
We gotta go and figure it out
I ain’t tryna tell you that this life isn’t it
And I just wanna be the rightest I could be
Show my son to think so he could fly high as could be
Always show examples how they kill niggas like me
Thinking as straight as me, but call me crazy
Sign is my attitude, so I’m cool like JAY-Z
Andele, andele, my intelligence for threes
Cancel me like I ain’t the King of D.C
Cancel me like I ain’t the number one G
Cancel me like you don’t like “Dance On Me”
Quickly they forget how you changed on these lies
You flashing on these lights and you savin’ these kids lives
And they hate you ’cause you’re right, give me hell then, shit
Take your turn and fire with a pitchfork, bitch

[Chorus: Denzel Curry & Twelve’len]
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me

[Outro]
Tonight on 102.1, it’s Denny Cascade and the gang and-
Denzel, are you really like Kenobal?
I’m telling you, eventually, they’re gonna catch up to your game
You’re running out of time!
What exactly are you trying to hide, Mr. Curry?