(feat. Young Gunz)

[Freeway]
They got me staring at the world through my rearview
Blow that baby, scream to Gotti
Can't help you with your problems
Thug niggas wild when I come through
They can relate to my views
And couple with their problems (Uh!)
Turn this up, fucks ya problem?
This is real shit, homie
In the booth with the four-fifth
Only two clips, so the other clip
Don't get, lonely homie, pull it homie
No shit homie, know me? (Yeah!)
Get in work, fa' we puffin licks, homie (Yeah!)
I got the vocal chords, wanna hear some more? (Yeah!)
How I ran a block, dropped and picked up brauds
In a hooptie not a drop-top, got ya bitch up more (Yeah!)
Switch next-shift, from the block-shift
To the wreck-shift, then I got the click up raw (Yeah!)
Hatin' niggas get shot up in liquor stores
Beat, strapped and tied up with extension cords
Holla

[Chorus - Freeway]
Freeway's in Full Effect
And all I need is one reason just to pull this burner
Cause, y'all taught me to go next
And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma give my turn up
Freeway's in Full Effect
And all I need is one reason just to pull this ratchet out
Yall taught me to go next
And I'ma be goddamned if I'ma squeaze my cannon

[Young Neef]
Yeah, Uh, Young Gunz, Neef (WHAT?)
Yo, Yo, Yo Yo
Far as I'm hearing, y'all doing alot of comparing
Cuz Young Neef's on the block missing alot of appearence
Yeah youngin' still got it in, 120 a gram
Now that have yo smokers, and yo fiends
Leanin' like a kick-stand
I'd send my brother for ya mother man
Put up blocks in em'
Dead presidents wrapped in rubber-bands
Chatti' will pistol-whips
That'll rip through