Peedi Crakk & Freeway Freestyle 2 Raw For The Streets (Ft. Freeway & Peedi Crakk)

[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 nigga 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