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Freeway

One Foot In

 

One Foot In

(album: The Stimulus Package - 2010)


[Verse 1 Freeway]
I'm so hood, the hood relate to me, so I can say that
Make that, trap music without the Maybach
Stay strapped, A-Wax of rap
I've been that since ADATS, Freezer clean tracks like Ajax
Flow mean, I stepped on the scene on "The Dynasty" album
So it's a guarantee y'all played that
I'm about to bring that '98 hip-hop back
I got (99 Problems) but my rhyme is not a problem (ye-yeah!)
I'm evolvin with the talent, stay showin my ass
Why the hell you think Jay-Z and Dame Dash signed him?
Military geared him, front lined him
Now I use my own mind, grindin tryin to be a millionaire
I hit the stu(dio) and make that heat and let the people hear
I drop it on the 'net and represent the East coast stare
Grabbed the producer from the West, we woke the roosters out their nest
They love the mixture, came to get the digits, we right here, yeah
(ye-yeah!)

[Chorus Freeway]
Philly Freezer's hold blickas no doubt
I still got one foot in and one out
I got one foot in the game, other foot in the gutter
If my music don't bubble, I feel sorry for your mother
'Cause I will come stickin no doubt
I still got one foot in and one out
I got one foot in the music, other foot in the streets
If my family don't eat, I feel sorry for your peeps, peep

[Verse 2 Freeway]
Rock-a-bye auto-matty, put daddy in deep sleep
Now his peeps can't find 'em, he remind me of my Jeep
That I don't got, that you won't spot
You won't never see him, won't never meet 'em
In a position thought I'd never be in
How the hell I got low dough when the video on television?
I felt KRS when he said the libraries tell a lie buried
It's like tell-a-lie-vision (ye-yeah!)
Still got to pitch in, ride around with my Smith and
My goodness, this is not what I visioned
I was thinkin, frankly when I get in
A whole lot of Benjamin Franklins, thank goodness
That my niggaz still had the pot cookin
Block jumpin, I'm a hustler so I'm never left stinkin
And I'm still makin, music with no debatin
On my job, never leave the fans waitin (ye-yeah!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 Freeway]
Oh, I feel sorry for your mother
He missed a kick, I feel sorry for the punter
Flow like the waters from down under the 9th Wonder
Not one of them +Brothers+ on "The Ego Trip"
I got my right foot in, I got my left foot out
I'm movin yayo while I'm rhymin and I shake it all about
Supply it to the smokers, 'til I turn myself around
That's what it's all about, yeah! (ye-yeah!)

[Chorus]

done

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