Artist: Troy Ave Album: Bricks In My Backpack 3: The Harry Powder Trilogy (Mixtape) Song: Free Base Typed by: AZ Lyrics Condo Living Big House Dreams Everything I rap about, is what it seems Word to my spleen, niggas need that Word to every fiend, niggas need crack I'm a hustlers Hustler, supplying the spots Bricks In My Backpack, I'm buying the blocks And my attitude is like my car tops, roofless Bite my hand, I'll pistol whip until you toothless Then I'm gon squeeze, cause niggas be coming back And I don't like the feeling of looking over my back Spark police intrest or let my gun spark, "blah blah" Now I'm chillin like a summertime park With my big chain swanging, pushers all behind me Finish with the work out Ballings where you'll find me, off the court God forbid, I'm ever caught It'll be a drought, dealers taking off Heliport, chopper for the lessons taught Procter with a metal fork My residue is more than these frontin niggas ever bought Believe me, the Hottest nigga in the streets Go and ask the public Niggas won't play me on the radio, fuck it I don't expect to hear real shit from fake niggas Who be putting on they man wack shit and dating niggas I don't need rap, I got a digital scale Triple A's and some sandwich bags, all is well Except my flow sicker then a man that's frail With all this weak shit, I should've had a chance to fail Still I prevail, off the grams I sell Living fly, hope to God I don't land in jail I earn harder then Dale Turning hard from the yayo Fast cars, fast money, faster bitches than Gayle - Deavers Most of em bad bitches, some swear they divas I even got a ugly bitch who suck a good peter Fuck PETA, my furs drag, I puff reefa Off the ground, into the sky, I will leave ya The real reaper, get ya chain stuck up Too many fake real niggas got the game fucked up I yelling fuck them other niggas Cause I'm down for my niggas 6 deep, 6 heats, 6 fingers pulling triggers The devil is a liar, your numbers are too 30 strong but 29 pussy out the crew This what I'm a do, get a package bus it open Put it on my tongue, drop a ounce See the bounce, can't believe the numb Feeling like it's time, I need to make a power move Heading outta town with the birds, I call it powder moves Do my thang, do my thang, I do my fukin thang Give a shit about the fame Money, money mayne Look at all the pretty bitches with a coke dealer And look at all the silly bitches with a broke nigga Powderrrr!