Lived It - Girl Talk & Freeway

I started with the hottest label ever, yeah

I came in the game like a kid with a cheat code

I'm from the neighborhood where the people sell drugs just to eat

Try to leave, but they barely make enough

Yeah, it's hard to make it out

It look like the legal system, easy and hard to make it out

Everybody got doubts but I was down for the bout

I fought like Floyd Mayweather, I was screaming "Hey lover"

But them chicks said them niggas that ain't making no chips

Ain't loveable, ain't huggable, ain't fuckable

The feeling that it gave me in my stomach was despicable

So I flipped bricks, grabbed the whip

And I pulled up in a 6, they was screaming "Hey loverboy"

A couple months passed, I grabbed another toy

They grabbed my and my mother's boy

Everything I write is vivid

Just like a TV with my Sharp ass

You see me when I dart past

I paint pictures, I went to art class

I lived it

I was raised by them hood rules

And raised by my mother's rules

I learned lessons, I went to summer school

You talk this, I live this

I want this, I need this

I'm of this, I am this

You talk this, I live this

I walk this, I breathe this

I'm of this, I am this

Flip bricks like a gymnast

Cooked up like a chemist

Them drug dealers was my temp agency

Easy way for me to get the Benjamins

Used to be thirst, get the grams from any man

Then I came of age and I flipped the middle man

Nowadays I'm fucking with the stage to get paid

Still keep a sawed-off aged to riddle men

Y'all kidding me, y'all little men

You better respect your elders, be gentlemen

Whoever told y'all "Come fuck with Freezer"

Was setting your dumb ass up for failure

Still keep a hem and I'm quick to nail ya

Billy Dee Williams, bitch, Colt 4-fiver

Leave y'all leaning like a Sprite two-liter

With promethazine and codeine

Full Freezer's flow is so lean

Mean, mean

Everything I write is vivid

Just like a TV with my Sharp ass

You see me when I dart past

I paint pictures, I went to art class

I lived it

I was raised by them hood rules

And raised by my mother's rules

I learned lessons, I went to summer school

You talk this, I live this

I want this, I need this

I'm of this, I am this

You talk this, I live this

I walk this, I breathe this

I'm of this, I am this

I'm dealing with facts only, everything real in my raps

I'm from Philly, that's the murder cap

And these rappers murder on tracks only

Way before I had a stack on me

Guarantee that that had a strap on me

Case a player hater tried to run up on me

Cock back, sit it in his hat, it's a new era

They killed Bin Laden, I'm the new terror

E420 wagon and I'm from that era

I'm from the crack era

My Uncle Ooh raised me, I'm from that batch

Used to drive in a tight ten hatchback

Now I got the BM, got the new Mercedes

Streets love me just like that Laubach

They hyped cause

Everything I write is vivid

Just like a TV with my Sharp ass

You see me when I dart past

I paint pictures, I went to art class

I lived it

I was raised by them hood rules

And raised by my mother's rules

I learned lessons, I went to summer school

You talk this, I live this

I want this, I need this

I'm of this, I am this

You talk this, I live this

I walk this, I breathe this

I'm of this, I am this