i know it's been a minute my niggaz
but this the official return of freeway
and if you ain't walkin with me
then you must be against me
we ain't takin no prisoners
now tell me who the fuck you thought it would be
i'm in the booth with a quarter water
it's nice to be important
but it's more important to be
pay attention you ain't more important than me!
you need to get it right bitch
see most of you niggaz is corny with your corn on the cob flow
i'm shit and got 'em sick while i'm whippin a monte carlo
what you tryin to step on my clarks for?
you better put on a scarf ho
stayin close to the money
so i can keep a whip in mclaren's
while i pull up and park slow
i go fuck a bitch down and park slow
the god's dope and you can't defeat me
i'm one of the last of allah's hopes
chain big with an ugly pendant a nigga drippin heavy in a long rope
they'll name you after my aimin at you through a long scope
they need you like the reaper done came to greet you in a long coat
like i was livin up in your mom's throat
back and forth through the hood
so pity you and your squad bro
if you ain't heard when i last said it - the god's dope
these niggaz think they can stand a chance when testing me
i got the whole world walkin with me
they million man marchin with me
haters y'all need to walk
cause i'll leave you chalked
i got the whole world walkin with me
they million man marchin with me
take a walk with the dyin skills that define art
move with lethal straight from my mind's thoughts
i leave 'em dearly departed
i will kick you from the damn ark
feed you to the fishes like spare parts
constrictin your air lines
like you out of space with no oxygen
throw him in the oven like ham hots
or it's off with his head
my mom cooked yayo and boil eggs in the same pot
so i'm still reppin but excellent at the same time
tell 'em stay away from open fire
but they vacate when the gates pop
bust blank shots at the same time
i will bust with the same nine
niggaz say they bust when it's game time
they still wish on the wishin well
y'all sellin the streets dreams
me and busta's keep it clean
if he even think about movin
knowin something don't belong to you and you take shit
and i ain't comin home 'til june 2022
another nigga raisin my seeds now
all i got is stories to tell
and wait for this bullshit appeal
and the jailhouse lawyers talk with me
but i need somebody to walk with me