28 I'll be ruler of all that I survey and not just in the state See I bend just to win, but I ain't finna break Most you niggas fake, and I'll say it
them to court and serve justice [Tek] See me and my Clik got a thing going on True to the game and the love makes us strong For every day trials and
bounce, rock, skate Rock up, roll and get the papes Slice the cakes and spread love thru this Peach state Hit the first one like the sweepstakes And
and cough And tell me one more time Just how much I rip off Because I'm sick and tired of all these fans Sick and tired of shaking hands Sick and tired of dead rock stars Sick and
this time We bend and we break Turn around just to take An ounce of mace to my face And I'm such a mess With my heart beating harder and harder In and
'm a pro at it Go at it with whoever, crew never cracks, pack gats Fuck your chains and locks, chainsaws, hatchets, butter cutters and bats Braids and blades and
and I'm off that crescent Nastier than a full grown German Shepherd Motherfucker keep steppin They don't fuck with me and they won't Yall bitches cant catch me and
stopped Cops surround Bone, we load glocks And squeeze say fuck all these road blocks Busted ah you, then put that bitch in reverse And I get the swish and
ass attack shit Ready to back that, now who rollin'? Bone Krayzie up in this muthafucka Nigga I'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka until somebody dead And
] [Verse 3 - Drake] Uh, me and Wayne was getting high on them He leaned over and told just don't retire on them And when they give you they shoulders, never cry on them And
hatin' and my click gon' keep grindin' Keep movin', lockin' the town [Chorus]: [Freeway]: It's Freeway in the place with B. Sig And I got what it
and soft First you was down with the AK And now I see you on a video with Michelle Lookin' like straight pozas I saw it comin', that's why I went solo And
And you're better off and farming on a farm picking cotton They mold ya and shape ya, they bend and they twist ya They get paid like quick fast and that
tonk But loud crowds and line dancing Just ain't what they really want Drive out to the boondocks and park down by the creek And where it's George
that chandelier hangin' on my collarbone Somethin' 'bout the way you bend your knees and rock your hips And get the bitin' on your bottom lip Get low and bend
back Break them handcuffs, fuck you nigga move somethin And if they ask you what you doin say, "Ooohh nuttin!" And we been doin for the past 2 somethin And
'll be ruler of all that I survey and not just in the state (I'm tha King) See, I bend just to win but I ain't finna break Most you niggas fake and I