Intro

Any place with you

We struggle, we look to, oh, Lord to guide us

But we constantly lettin' bullshit divide us

And we steadily let the cheers get the best of us

You pull up and we throwin' ten at the driver

We kids from the gutter, we ain't know no better

And our money was funny, we ain't know no Prada

No dough, no jewels, so the hoes didn't bother

I was goin' to school wearin' clothes from my father

Had to post up with the stickers, that a stigmata?

If you don't hustle where I live then you don't get nada

Was a disgrace to my mom

Caught my first case grindin' in the crack house

For my twenty six hour

No fresh pair of clothes, took no shower

I was posin' like the beggar tryna flip the flour

Couple older Muslims tried to give us dower

Then the people raided us, the shit went sour

When you grindin' in the game there's plenty ups and downs

Gotta dump some arounds, chasin' that money and power

Now I'm a child of the ghetto

Hood legend, made these **** proud of the ghetto

Hood reverend, preach to **** what this shit's about

I am livin' proof that you can make it out of the ghetto

People often ask me, Freezer, so how were you successful?

I'm constantly makin' moves, and I don't ever settle

I abuse the mic but don't abuse the fame

And I chose to use my brain while others used the metal

Fuck the people tryna put a codefendant on me

Can't catch another case my kids dependent on me

Know the difference, some friends are real, some friends are phony

Fall in love but don't ever marry a Tenderoni

'Cause when **** can't get at you they'll get at her

These are the consequences when you gettin' money

I couldn't find the safe, I made his girl show me

Put my truths in my music let the world know me

Now I feel like the world owe me

A whole lot of dough, you don't like it, blow me

Man, I step up in the stew and I control the boeuf

In my raps I'm spittin' facts, all I know is the truth

I been gearin', I been back

I'm been rich and I've been crack

Got this whole shit poppin', then I was damn near forgotten

Left the Roc, but miraculously managed to blossom

They thought that I would lose my faculties without the faculty

Evil men sent their defense in to tackle me

They evil eyes, see their evil eye match they evil grin

They ain't know I run the Desert Eagle in

They do it for their down homies, let 'em be with them

Try to bring my youngin's up before they see the Pen

I take them on the road, and let 'em be with men

Yes, we're the ex-Kilo Gang

I do it for my **** tryna sneak a kilo in

They say since we did it our way, there shouldn't be a win

In this country gettin' money shouldn't be a sin

You should be chasin' that paper, you shouldn't be a hater

Pray you stay in God's good graces till we meet again

It's the Roc, it's the Roc

You bastards, you bastards, you bastards, you bastards

It's the Roc, it's the Roc, it's the Roc (Oh, baby)

You bastards, you bastards, you bastards, you bastards

We think free, we live free, we die hard, ****

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