Chords for Freeway - What We Do (Official Audio)

[N] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ I get rocked this shit for my kids nigga
_ _ [B] That real [D] shit
_ _ _ Even though [C#m] what we do is [B] wrong
We still hustle till the sun come up
Crack them 40 when the sun go down
It's a cold winter
Y'all niggas better bundle up
And I better be a hot ass summer grab a onion
Just rock it down you hot now
Listen up don't you know cops
All purpose [E] is to lock us down
[B] And throw away the king
But without [D] this drug shit your kids ain't [B] got no way to eat huh _
We still try to keep it real
And I keep my smiling
Cause when the tea stops showing and the stomach starts growling
Then the heat starts blowing
If you from the hood I know you [A] feel me
If a sneak start leaning and [C#] the heat stop working
[A#m] Then my heat start working
I'ma rob me a person
[B] Catch a nigga sleeping while he out in the open
[D] And I'ma get him
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[Bm] We gotta raise our kids while we living
Make a million off a record belt
My niggas out of prison
Fuck a penny or a lexus
[B] My boys in the slaughter
Niggas talk reckless then I hit em with the smithing
_ But I'm never snitching
I'm a rider
If my kids hungry snatch the dishes out your kitchen
I be wildin til they pick me out a lineup
[A] You know what we think is right
We keep [B] the nines tucked
Chop downs up rap about it
While I fuck niggas up laugh about it
I'm not trying to visit the mall
But freeway move out [A] til I sit with the lord
Til [Bm] I get my shit [A] together
Clean up my sins freeway got it in
Like ten in the morning
And I can get it to your light 10 while you yawning Man
You know [C#m] what we think is right
Still [B] deliver the order man
I ain't talking bout chicken and gravy man
I'm talking bout bricks and yayo
[A] Hats and borders
Four and a half's a hat you look a mad
Swing past the school bus your daughter
[B] She wanna roll with the thug that rap you
Through the map he gon' blast him
My stats in order man
[D] Man _ [E] let me get a free [B] probe
Never slacking man
Zipping in the black rain fastening the red ghost
Getting ghost from pacman
One time though I got a knack to get that chain
See the other black [A] gang all rosy [B] man
Bang like T-Mac
Ski mask air it out gotta kill witnesses
Cause free bears sticking out
Y'all don't wanna witness shit
Resqueeze hammers [D] man full of 3's by you
Like T-Piano man
[B] _ But I gotta beat piano man
So I move keys you can call me the piano [A] man
Rain, sleep, [B] hell, snow man
Slang, doki, hot, bro [D#m] man
No, BC in the third lane
[A#m] Bram still praying [D] working on my nerves man
_ Like son you gotta get your soul clean
Before they [A#] blow the horns like Coltrane
[B]
Still I cry tears of a hustler
Wipe tears from my mother
Pull out beds for our brothers
That's the bubbers make [Bm] beds for the babies
Tuck [A] kids under covers
Buy cribs for they mothers
[B] Shit I probably [A] be wilding with they fathers
Tell Miss Roberts I'm an asher that I'm riding for a father
That's like my brother
Like saying mother to father
Any problems with all I got is
And still we grind from the bottom
Just [B] to make it to the bottom
So cracking the alleyway
Still Jay, Brat, Marci, and Dollar Day
Real gangstas make hood holidays
They ain't that just but we still pay homage
Man so fruit Sunday looking like Big Momma's man
Tell the gang I never break my promise [F#m] man _
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