work a miracle ? Look at me Isn't it obvious that I'm one? And I sing because I'm happy And I sing because I'm free (I'm free) And this my own little
since a kid I finger painted in the mud, with dirty work gloves I'm in yo' college campus corridor You should call me Uno, the way I draw four Brick
to your pay phone up Grass smoker, in the cut for the Lawnmower I water, I ride the wale that ate, Jonah Over, your faced wit the black cape over You woke up four
Ac's with rims, Flippin' mix tapes to bitches feedin' me grapes, Peep my mind state, Big Poppa' flow is lethal, That weed make my ass wanna kill four
more than that, no one seemed to know Oscar was a walker, at least four miles twice a day The entire length of main street he'd be shoutin' all the way
our ways Cause we got money, and we still the same way Go 'head, do that dance, and you can feel free To be you and just do you, everything's great Yeah
her name So the next day Monday I'm riding down the freeway Hit her on the 2 way I'm like what you doing Tuesday She said that she was free anytime
popin' dirty still smokin' point clickin' Watchin' the doors open No jokin' e'rything remotin' No chokin' or bleedin' this ride is for free No matter what you got your dying for free
still floss ice, keep it tight E-very time, call me the Black Liberace when I'm playing mine Thats how I flo, I gotta get mine, partna, any way it go
, I'm pacin back and forth Wit thoughts of bein' trapped up North But after I come off wit it y'all can push em out the door So, cock the four pound (Four
pull a piece out This bitch over them with them pointin' the chief out They want beef out here, they gon? get it In the worst way, I?ma show em how black
me, actin' gay He's the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A. Doin' it the O.G. way, it's sorta like The Brooklyn Way, it's just the crook in me So
his bitch He never be rich, you ain't ready for the show biz You need to marry that girl and have four kids There's no way you can hang with us 'Cause
Shit, I get hard from the sound of a kid rum Riding down the strip with your diamonds and [unverified] Shiny bald head catching sun rays Smashing down the strip going backwards down runways Four
through the ghetto I'm probably on my way to the studio Probably playin' somethin' loud on the stereo $hort Dogg, don't forget the funk motto 'Free your
M A C K, known for layin' it down And doin' shit the playa way Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret Space-age pimpin' means, I don't do free shit Time
I'm known for spittin' on bitches Disrespectin' my mind, try'na play me soft and At the same time bitch, you fuckin' with some ATL soldiers Smokin' for free, and drinkin' for free