Freedom - The Game, Elijah Blake

Holdin' my daughter in the booth

Her momma out there somewhere in that Bentley trynna find a roof

Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick

Niggas say the west ain’t winnin', I’m just tryin' to find the proof

Speakin' of Proof, I’m 'bout to roll one with Snoop

Blow the smoke out to your memory and toast to Eminem

Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary

Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy

But that was cool cause I was just there for the energy

Watchin' Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my hennessy

First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills

Cause I threw up my dukes when California was at a stand still

But hope ain’t lost cause Dr. Dre the man still

Had faith in me, knew I had heat like an anvil

Ran through entire crews, put their remains in a landfill

And I ain’t lost the hunger, I’m eatin' out the can still

Yeah, wherever Hov and Nas at in the world right now

I know they listenin' like

This young nigga be killin' this shit

Hip-hop is life’s Cîroc I’m 'bout to drop a pill in this shit

Let’s go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga

The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga

Hold on I gotta take Birdman’s call nigga

Stunna, whattup blood?

«Whattup blood?

What’s poppin' my nigga?

Look, I know this the last one after this it’s straight Cash Money, my nigga

So, it’s YMCMB, wild life my nigga, let’s get it poppin'»

Rich Gang

All the time one hunnit

Soo Woo

New coupe, remove roof

I’m from where niggas’ll do your bitch and bitch niggas’ll do you

Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and run a chu-chu

We puttin' on magnums, taggin' that wagon, some of these birds kookoo

And murder is what I do to

These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz

The whole world know what I do to Dre’s shit

Niggas know I’m classic, I ain’t even gotta say shit

Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit

Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin'

Whether it’s me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can’t fuck with Jayceon

Let’s go

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

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 you up here and 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

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

And last but definitely not least

I wanna send a special shout out, to my nigga James Harden

Another Los Angeles nigga carrying rockets

Ballin' on you bitches

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