Follow My Moves Freeway & Jake One (Ft. Birdman)

[Intro: Birdman]
Yeah nigga
N-O, Philly (Philly)
You know?
C-M-B, one hundred

[Verse 1: Freeway]
I was piss poor, water used to leak in my place
First we struggled, then we hustled 'til the paper got straight
Copped weight, plates got scrapped
Then we chopped it up and bagged the twelve twelves, five eights
Twenty four/seven on my Kane shit, +No Half-Steppin+
For protection, kept a weapon on waist
We grind hard, if we happen to catch a charge
Two lawyers, Frank Spina, Lou Savino on the case
They, spank that, then we straight
I'm a neighborhood legend, Benz wagon with the hatchback
That was way back, before the contract
My right hand had a red Ac' Legend
And we stay smokin reefer, havin marijuana sessions
We had y'all bitches gettin high, catchin contact
Any problem with you guys, nickel nine that
Bring my hood everywhere I'm at, I define reppin, yeah

[Chorus: Freeway & Birdman]
We from the bottom, now we shinin with jewels
We keep on grindin and we rhyme like we got something to prove
But don't follow me, follow my moves young'n
Don't follow me, follow my moves young'n
Yeah, we from the bottom and we grind with tools
Make money everyday, candy paint with jewels nigga
Don't follow me, follow my moves young'n
Don't follow me, follow my moves young'n