Freedom Testo
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Testo Freedom
Featuring Elijah Blake
[Intro]
[Verse 1: Game]
Holdin' my daughter in the booth
Her momma out there somewhere in that ... tryin' to find a roof
Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop Blow the smoke out to your memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that was cool cause I was just there for the energy
Watchin' Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my hennessy
First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills
Cause I threw up my dukes when California was at a stand still
But hope ain't lost cause Dr. Dre the man still
Had faith in me, knew I had heat like an anvil
Ran through entire crews, put their remains in a landfill
And I ain't lost the hunger, I'm eatin' out the can still
[Bridge]
Yeah, wherever Hov and Nas at in the world right now
I know they listenin' like
This young nigga be killin' this shit
Hip-hop is life's ciroc I'm 'bout to drop a pill in this shit
Let's go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman's call nigga Stunna, whattup blood?
Whattup blood? What's poppin' my nigga?
Look, I know this the last one after this it's straight cash, my nigga
So, it's YMCMB, wild life my nigga, let's get it poppin'
Rich game
... one hunnid
Suu whoo
[Verse 2: Game]
New coupe, remove roof
I'm from where niggas'll do your bitch and bitch niggas'll do you
Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and ran a choo-choo
We puttin' on magnums, taggin' that wagon, some of these birds kookoo
And murder is what I do to
These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre's shit
Niggas know I'm classic, I ain't even gotta say shit
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin'
Whether it's me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can't fuck with Jason
So let's go
[Hook: Elijah Blake]
La, da da da da ah
Have you loved me before? (No)
I'm glad to kill it some more, every hood needs an anthem
La, da da da da ah
when it comes with a price, no matter how hard you try
you can't buy freedom
We're far from being free, yeah we're far from being free
were far from feedom
[Verse 3: Game]
I wanna welcome everyone to Jesus Piece, after my album changes
my competition were lyrically be deceased
Niggas say that I'm underrated, like a younger Jay with heat
but not the ones the Thunder play with
so Los Angelos King sorta an understatement
let me find a gun to play with, Ill leave you niggas under pavement
tell em their rents due, pay up or get cement shoes
all this dope thats around you, actin like I aint lean on that fence too
but now you up here payin bitches and cars what I been into
you want to send me to God I wear a 45 and that french shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross and my nigga French too
and Me and face just sliced the last beat up, like a gym suit
my album like a rari, a lot of bold features
I'm glad you bought it, now just sit back and just blow reefer
I know the concept behind it is gon reach ya
now turn this motherfucker up, and blow speakers
[Bridge: Game]
ladies and gentleman
I would like to introduce to you, an incredible gentleman
he goes by the name of Elijah Blake, lets go
[Hook: Elijah Blake]
[Outro]
Last and definintely not least, wanna send a special shout out
to my nigga James Harden, another Los Angelos nigga carring them Rockets
ballin on you bitches
[Skit: Kevin Hart]
[Intro]
[Verse 1: Game]
Holdin' my daughter in the booth
Her momma out there somewhere in that ... tryin' to find a roof
Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick
Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof
Speakin' of proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop Blow the smoke out to your memory and toast to Eminem
Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary
Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy
But that was cool cause I was just there for the energy
Watchin' Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my hennessy
First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills
Cause I threw up my dukes when California was at a stand still
But hope ain't lost cause Dr. Dre the man still
Had faith in me, knew I had heat like an anvil
Ran through entire crews, put their remains in a landfill
And I ain't lost the hunger, I'm eatin' out the can still
[Bridge]
Yeah, wherever Hov and Nas at in the world right now
I know they listenin' like
This young nigga be killin' this shit
Hip-hop is life's ciroc I'm 'bout to drop a pill in this shit
Let's go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga
Hold on I gotta take Birdman's call nigga Stunna, whattup blood?
Whattup blood? What's poppin' my nigga?
Look, I know this the last one after this it's straight cash, my nigga
So, it's YMCMB, wild life my nigga, let's get it poppin'
Rich game
... one hunnid
Suu whoo
[Verse 2: Game]
New coupe, remove roof
I'm from where niggas'll do your bitch and bitch niggas'll do you
Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and ran a choo-choo
We puttin' on magnums, taggin' that wagon, some of these birds kookoo
And murder is what I do to
These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre's shit
Niggas know I'm classic, I ain't even gotta say shit
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin'
Whether it's me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can't fuck with Jason
So let's go
[Hook: Elijah Blake]
La, da da da da ah
Have you loved me before? (No)
I'm glad to kill it some more, every hood needs an anthem
La, da da da da ah
when it comes with a price, no matter how hard you try
you can't buy freedom
We're far from being free, yeah we're far from being free
were far from feedom
[Verse 3: Game]
I wanna welcome everyone to Jesus Piece, after my album changes
my competition were lyrically be deceased
Niggas say that I'm underrated, like a younger Jay with heat
but not the ones the Thunder play with
so Los Angelos King sorta an understatement
let me find a gun to play with, Ill leave you niggas under pavement
tell em their rents due, pay up or get cement shoes
all this dope thats around you, actin like I aint lean on that fence too
but now you up here payin bitches and cars what I been into
you want to send me to God I wear a 45 and that french shoe
I fuck with Wale, Ross and my nigga French too
and Me and face just sliced the last beat up, like a gym suit
my album like a rari, a lot of bold features
I'm glad you bought it, now just sit back and just blow reefer
I know the concept behind it is gon reach ya
now turn this motherfucker up, and blow speakers
[Bridge: Game]
ladies and gentleman
I would like to introduce to you, an incredible gentleman
he goes by the name of Elijah Blake, lets go
[Hook: Elijah Blake]
[Outro]
Last and definintely not least, wanna send a special shout out
to my nigga James Harden, another Los Angelos nigga carring them Rockets
ballin on you bitches
[Skit: Kevin Hart]
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