Financial Freedom Lyrics ~ 50 Cent

"This was inspired by 10 years anniversary of GET RICH OR DIE TRYIN. I wrote the song so everytime I hear it it reminds me of it. I wrote it the day before yesterday, shot yesterday. It took me longer to find the beat than to actually write it. I didn’t shoot the 3rd verse for you to focus on the lyrics. No GIRLS, no JEWELRY, RAW ENERGY , its just me. Check it out." -50 Cent.

50 Cent ~ Financial Freedom Lyrics

{50 Cent}
Nigga, this is not a fictional tale, this shit real
Who’s sitting in the Bookings? Charge, direct sale
Third shootout, we was fighting for positions
Shell cases out my 9 flying through your mama kitchen
Paper we stack it, pistols we pack it
You fuck around, we blow the heart out the back of your jacket
Bitch, get down or lay down, my work is that chach
Cause he got big, now he lieutenant so he sit there and watch
I swear to God I think I had the same vision that K had
Woke up saying; “we gon’ turn them corners to Baghdad”
Yeah, we was young but we had guns, we started juxing niggas
All you hear is Boo-Boo fucking with them Brooklyn niggas
I had supreme schemes, call it Wall thoughts
Start shooting, I bet I’ll clear off the ball court
I want it all, that’s just how I fucking feel, boy
Get in the way, you gon’ take you a trip to Deramores

I’m dreaming of
My dream of freedom
Financial freedom

{50 Cent}
This is to big bags of bread and some coke, nigga
You can get with the program, fam' or get smoked, nigga
We was a school of sharks, a bunch of young soldiers
Open your head when you’re half dead, I say I told you
On the island, got that burner, got the flamethrower
A couple niggas got blown, I got my name known
Over the phones, soon as I’m home, the game’s sewn
I got connections, look bitch I’m connected
And I ain’t giving niggas no passes, so respect it
Or get dealt with, I’ll break you off proper
You ready to die, huh? Too much Big Papa
Easy, nigga chill or get laid out
I’ll put a hole in you then find out what your gang about
I do my dirt, I’m hardly ever by my lonely
I got that tek with that cooling system on me, homie
You think you want it? You don't want it with me, homie

I’m dreaming of
My dream of freedom
Financial freedom

{50 Cent}
We stacking paper till we strong then we taking over
Grab a gat, bring the crack back with baking soda
Bridge the gap, get slapped, acting like you know us
North Pole, nah, Southside produce the colas
We’re the last of our litter, this is what they taught us
We’ve got to kill what we eat, that nigga came up on us
If you ain’t gambling, get the fuck out the spot, boy
Shoot an ace off your foot, that’s some shit you should get shot for
Fuck it, when I win I’m a winner, when I lose I’m a winner
Cause to my niggas y’all niggas looking like steak dinner
You screw your face the fuck up, you gon' do what?
The strap big enough in my truck to chew your crew up
Nigga stand down or get manned down
Mack, two clips, 30 rounds plus 30 rounds, flip it around
You gon’ fuck around and get jammed up, blammed up
Hit your spine, a standup nigga can’t even stand up

I’m dreaming of
My dream of freedom
Financial freedom

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