Still Got Love - Freeway

Okay, Freezer, Yeah

ROC-A-Fella Nikkah, uh one shot deal, collabo, ohhhh.

Okay, okay,

it’s goin down ladies

Ladies and Gentlemen, we in the building

Y’all know what time it is

Yeah, Yeah, Talk yo shit

Freezer

Okay

Yeah

Philly Freezer, me and Bink!

eatin' people

What y’all drinkin people what y’all smoking?

All weekend Freezer not thinkin, took a small vacation and I

I got love from coast to coast

I got love all across the board for spittin sick rhymes

And I still toa-toast the most

If they try me I’ll roast ya folks

I’ll leave ya clique fried

And them haters ain’t sinkin a boat

Philly Freezer gon keep it afloat cause this is his time

I’m all about the Benjamins I’m

In the spot with Petron shots livin the life

My raps get her cooch wet, let me inside

Get that women two more shots we finna slide

They bang me in they cribs

And they bang me in they whips

And they feel me in the club

So I

Free At Last is the sequel to my first album preview

And the people show me

They bang every song that I’m droppin'

Every hit that I bring em so I

If you ROCin throw your drinks in the air

Throw your hands in the air, show some real niggas that

ROC-A-Fella we back, in the streets, in the club, so we

We in the lab, Bink!

on the beat

Philly Freezer write verses with invisible ink

Take a winter from the hood to the beach

Let 'em get sand in they feet, let they blow them Swisher Sweets

Yeah

And I still got love like a father for his son when his son’s six feet deep

Damn

And he just got the call, outta no where, with no time to grieve

People

You don’t wanna start no drama, cause if you start some drama then we comin'

sixty deep

Then you like big meat, y’all waist deep

Matter fact Jay bring in to eat

Nigga, it’s the ROC we are back

Freezer like Luda, he Disturbin' Tha Peace

They bang me in they cribs

And they bang me in the Jeeps

And they feel me in the club

So I

Free At Last is the sequel to my first album preview

And the people show me

They bang every song that I’m droppin'

Every hit that I bring em so I

If you ROCin throw your drinks in the air

Throw your hands in the air, show some real niggas that

ROC-A-Fella we back, in the streets, in the club, so we

Y’all rusty, y’all can’t touch Free, NOO

I’m on my J. O

Move records like this yayo fo' sho'

It got my shit tight

Lil homie, it’s the ROC what you livin like?

What it be like?

Matter fact I’m the one you wanna rap like

Re-appear like, spit your ad-libs like

The truth always come to the light

Philly Freezer write back so get them ad-libs right

Freezer stay strapped I wanna clap tonight

All my clips have to move like MAC tonight

Me and my burner, like

Stick together cause we fam, we don’t never fight

They bang me in they cribs

And they bang me in they whips

And they feel me in the clubs

So I

Free At Last is the sequel to my first album preview

And the people show me

They bang every song that I’m droppin'

Every hit that I bring em so I

If you ROCin throw your drinks in the air

Throw your hands in the air, show some real niggas that

ROC-A-Fella we back, in the streets, in the club, so we