Free City

(Cardan - talking through chorus)<br>You know I loved you right<br>I never, I never knew girl, you see<br>You know the pain right, you can feel my pain right?<br>Uh, to the gateway, now check it out, yo<br><br>(Chorus)<br>Ooh, I loved you so<br>But why I loved you, I`ll never know<br>Ooh, the pain you put me through<br>You know you`ve killed, now I lust for you<br><br>(Cardan)<br>Now since I`ve came in the game, money and fame, I love it<br>But whoever thought I`d wake up one mornin with no budget<br>It`s Cardi the golden kid with that older shit<br>I live, learn, learn to live, the older I get<br>And I remember Thursdays, hungry Thursdays<br>`Bout sixteen, seventee, um, Murphy age<br>But this rap game I love it, it`s like I`m married to it<br>I proposed on Clue?, she said I`d be happy to do it<br>Gave her a kiss, mmmwwhha, she gave me fifty G`s<br>Silly Cardi I spent it, now Cardi on his knees<br>Now I`m livin reality, a Biggie Smalls theme<br>Askin for one more chance to show her what I really mean<br>She said, you done seen a lotta things baby bro`<br>Even best friends turned and take out videos<br>I got with the `tics, EI, still no deal<br>`Til Sugar said "chill baby, everything is Fo` Reel"<br>C`mon<br><br>(Chorus)<br><br>(Ali - talking through chorus)<br>Yeah, loved y`all punk ass nigga, showed y`all love<br>Never know that shit<br>How the fuck you gon` drop a group, and the got the number one shit on the<br>radio?<br>Dumb ass nigga, look at us now, Fo` Reel nigga, Fo` Reel<br><br>(Kyjuan)<br>Nineteen-ninety-six! (hurry up, sign right here), let`s sign these papers<br>So we can get these papers and give these hoes the vapors<br>Double-dumb entertainment dropped "Gimme What You Got"<br>Off top, `tics hot, even sent you a shot (Double-dumb nine sevennnnnnnn!)<br>Didn`t want Nelly on it, said his verse didn`t fit<br>Some ol` seperatin shit, ten percent ass bitch<br>Whole town love us, no one is above us<br>Treated you, no talent, knowin niggas like brothas<br>No street team, no promotion<br>Just woof tickets, raw fuckin, no lotion<br>One year later you decide to drop an EP<br>At the same time drop us, that confuse me<br>So like a bastard child, we on our own<br>Put out and left alone, y`all wont answer the phone<br>It took a little time, but we got it ourself<br>Five million records later, now y`all askin for wealth<br>(One, two, three, four, five), nigga please<br><br>(Chorus)<br><br>(Murphy Lee - talking during chorus)<br>You know what I`m sayin, life is crazy, you know what I`m sayin<br>You got choices in life<br>But bro` when you make `em, you gotta make `em and make `em right<br>And if you ain`t makin `em right it`s just crazy<br>You ain`t got nobody else to blame, nobody but yourself<br>You know what I`m sayin, mad truth to that<br><br>(Murphy Lee)<br>Let me pretend that I`m a lawyer and explain the situation<br>Facin three-to-one five across state, humiliation<br>St. Louis set it off, phone calls was long distance<br>(Ay yo, it`s four birdies in Houston), c`mon, send some one to get `em<br>Who would do it for a grand?<br>Eighteen, only thing on our mind was that killer money<br>From Missouri to the T-E-X, A-S<br>Two cats strapped it tight, right up under her chest<br>One-way trip on Southwest but she didn`t make it that far<br>Metal detectors went bizarre, one-way trip to the car<br>Your honor, she got a baby that`ll drive my granny crazy<br>A long distance lawyer that keep on tellin us "maybe"<br>And we all raise her baby, takin curr (care) of her daily<br>This law shit is crazy, never cease to amaze me<br>It`s different from the eighties, ninety-five to lately<br>They givin out time like dogs givin out rabies<br><br>(Free City)<br><br>(Chorus)