[Verse 1: Peedi Crakk]
Yo, yo
You better know my squad tough
We ‘bout to ride rough
Hundred proof, gun juice, talk that stuff
Wanna park that truck and get sparked with that, duck
I’m from North Philly, you from bubblefuck
Do I care? All I know is five gears, sitting
Cockpitting and dipping like Sonny Liston
I spit it calm but you still gon’ feel it
Like I did a long time but I’m still gon’ deal it
Nothing changed but my handgun, now I got the bad one
That spray from far away, hit ya’ mans and em
For that lady watching me from her stoop
That bitch fall and couldn’t get up from under my boot
It’s like five in the morning and I still got rocks
Sun coming up, fiends running up the block
Twenty potters in my sock, holla if you see the cops
Got my bat, gun, tryna knock a n***a out the park
And if you know Crakk then you know my twist
A lotta cognac, bunch of bitches on my dick
And I don’t give a fuck who y’all wit’
And I don’t give a fuck who y’all get, I run through y’all strip
Bulletproof on my reversible PL shit
Me and [?] cop water on the GL tip
It’s Five and Crakk, Free and Crakk
Free and Five, Five and Free
[Verse 2: Freeway]
Uh
Since I was like 15 I was all about that paper n***a
Ain’t much changed, though surrounded by them hater n***as
Ain’t much changed, though surrounded by them hater n***as
Everywhere I go, peep, everywhere I flow it’s me
Free down north getting grimy for that dough, sleep
Ain’t got them thangs then I’ll find you with a whole, creep
Come out them thangs ‘fore they find you with some holes, sleep
Forever resting, bullets forever lodged in ya’ skull, we ball
My hood, crime-infested, yeah n***a you guessed it
I been in and out the pen
Came home, hopped in and out the Benz, rims
On and off ya’ block, cops, wonder ‘bout my ends, stop
Worry ‘bout yo’self ‘fore they find you like ya’ friend, shot
Popped in the abdomen, that’s what they get for tattling
[?], fast run, that don’t make you better than
Person that stash, ones, grinding to feed they family
I can’t understand cops, I don’t care if you mad at me
Snitches, just as bad as ‘em, catch ‘em and brrrat at them
I’m tryna be, free from all the haters in the world
If you with me throw your hands up, haters get yo’ ass out
I’m, tryna be free from all the snitches in the world
If you feel me throw your guns up, player break yo’ man out
Tryna be free from all the coppers in the world
All my n***as show me love ‘til I’m called by the above
When we clear blocks with Glocks, nobody can budge
When we hear shots, long as it ain’t nobody we love
When we clear blocks with Glocks, nobody can budge
When we hear shots, long as it ain’t nobody we love