Steve Young Jerry Rice Freeway (Ft. Adrien Broner & Sir Wooda)

[Intro]
Free!
Yeah!
Usher...
(Benji Style, Benji Style, Benji Style...)
Yeah!
Band Camp...
Yessir!

[Hook]
Steve Young, Jerry Rice
Steve Young, Jerry Rice
Steve Young, Jerry Rice
Steve Young, Jerry Rice
My thugs – me
My plug - me

[Verse 1: Sir Wooda]
What it do, Allah?
You know a nigga don't give two fucks
I've been drinkin' berry red, gettin' screwed up
Move that man in, I had to drew up
You pupas'll get stretched out
No need for a stretcher
Your bitch left and you left out
I fucked her once, then I left her
Wild boy, machine gun
Play the drum, Band Camp
Countin' money, machines shake us
Last time I got a hand cramp
No joke, I go broke
That four'll smoke you, yeah I'm HAM shootin'
I made money, this priest here spoke
This summer too, I'm goin' Cam Newton
Play the corner, Steve Smith
Quick pass, long run
South ball, hard ball, all base, homerun
Third pig, we brick build
We built different, iron team
What you coppin? You stoppin'?
You Moufasa, the lion king
What block you workin' on?
Seen the rocks you be perpin' on
Merkin' on - we done took out more shit
Than housekeeping and nursing homes
All in, now I'm all out – I was ballin', now I ball out
Would long spit, now I do small routes
Like five in and five out