[Chorus: Elijah Blake] Laa, da da da dup da ah Thought you love me before I'm glad to kill it some more Every hood needs an anthem Laa, da da da dup da ah Winning comes with a price No matter how hard you try Can't buy freedom We're far from being free Yea we're far from being free We're far from free
[Verse 3: The Game] Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be deceased Niggas saying I'm underrated Like a younger Jay with heat, but not the ones the Thunder play with So Los Angeles King is sort of an understatement Let me find a gun to play with, I leave you niggas under pavement Tell 'em they rent's due, pay up or get cement shoes All this dope be around, you act like I ain't lean on that fence too But now European bitches and cars is what I'm into You wanna send me to God, I wear 45 in that French shoe I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a ginsu My album like a 'Rari, a lot of dope features Glad you bought it, now sit back and just blow reefer I know the concept behind it is gon' reach ya Now turn this motherfucker up and blow speakers Ladies and gentleman I would like to introduce to you An incredible gentleman He goes by the name Elijah Blake Let's go
[Chorus: Elijah Blake] Laa, da da da dup da ah Thought you love me before I'm glad to kill it some more Every hood needs an anthem Laa, da da da dup da ah Winning comes with a price No matter how hard you try Can't buy freedom We're far from being free Yea we're far from being free We're far from free
[Skit: Kevin Hart] Ay man, look You done rocked with my nigga Game First of all Game, shouts out to you You put your foot in this album's ass Here's the thing man This is your public service announcement for free This is from me, to you, and everybody who listens to this album At the end of the day, man, you can't be judged If you a man to God, then be a man to God If you a nigga from the streets, god damnit, be a nigga from the fucking streets At the end of the day, you are who you are God made you for a reason, man Now I'm not saying go kill nobody I ain't saying go smack ya lady in the face What I'm saying is, be who you think you are, man Don't mix that shit up At the end of the day, look Am I perfect? No Do I want to be perfect? No Does God know I'm not perfect? Well that's a fucking question mark, cause here's the thing man Cuz I'm praying at the wrong times of the day That's weird, and I'll talk to you about that later But man bottom line what I'm saying is this dude Be you do you, can't nobody judge you but you And at the end of the day if you doing hat you supposed to Then fuck it man! You got one life! Live it! With that being said Pray for me
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Album: Jesus Piece
Year: 2012
Title: Freedom
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