
You Don’t Know (In the Ghetto) Freeway (Ft. Omillio Sparks)
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[Intro: Alaine Laughton & Freeway]
You don't know
Woo! Rise and grind
Uh, it's so gangsta, don't ya agree? Uh!
You don't know
This just in case y'all don't know how it go down in the hood
Freeweezy here to break it down to ya
[Verse 1: Freeway]
Tryna to survive in the hood everyday
Takes, everything you work with, everything you got quick
From the cops, while off my product
Show em what help a lot, but I can't get it
I hugged the block, light an L, let my man hit it
I ran with it, sell a nix to ya pops
Hate to tell ya if he don't get it from me
Then he gon get it somewhere else
Sometimes I wish that I was somewhere else
Me and my man on the corner on two crates
Picture us rollin, somewhere else
Pretendin to be pushin the V's
Then two fiends walked up, brought me back to reality
He want three and he want five
But my packed stash (why), cuz the cops act like I'm Lil' Cease
Crush on me, keep rollin by
Tryna to put the cuffs on my black ass literally
You don't know
Woo! Rise and grind
Uh, it's so gangsta, don't ya agree? Uh!
You don't know
This just in case y'all don't know how it go down in the hood
Freeweezy here to break it down to ya
[Verse 1: Freeway]
Tryna to survive in the hood everyday
Takes, everything you work with, everything you got quick
From the cops, while off my product
Show em what help a lot, but I can't get it
I hugged the block, light an L, let my man hit it
I ran with it, sell a nix to ya pops
Hate to tell ya if he don't get it from me
Then he gon get it somewhere else
Sometimes I wish that I was somewhere else
Me and my man on the corner on two crates
Picture us rollin, somewhere else
Pretendin to be pushin the V's
Then two fiends walked up, brought me back to reality
He want three and he want five
But my packed stash (why), cuz the cops act like I'm Lil' Cease
Crush on me, keep rollin by
Tryna to put the cuffs on my black ass literally
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