I was born in West, but migrated to North Remember cold nights, grindin'
AK in a Taurus
Four door, for the stick up boys if they want war
Fiends comin' all night, all I heard was “four more”
Rocks in the cap
When it was jumpin, me and Rell hit dances
You could pick me out the crowd, rockin the cap
But things changed
Cause my man Rell fightin' a body
On State Road, where it's so cold
Rockin' his blues
I roll with the ROC
Still tryna rock at a show
shyt ain't like 98', nikkas pockets is low
Which way do I go?
- Freeway (Victim Of The Ghetto)
To having his own day in Philly
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