Freeway’s Revenge Lyrics – The Game

English 162 May 10, 2024
The lyrics of "Freeway’s Revenge" by The Game is a rap track filled with aggressive and confrontational lyrics directed at a target, likely another rapper. The song is marked by vivid imagery, boasting, and assertions of dominance. The Game employs wordplay, references to pop culture figures, and boasts about his own prowess while tearing down his opponent's credibility. The lyrics depict a relentless verbal assault, showcasing The Game's lyrical skill and willingness to engage in rap beef. ...Read More

Freeway’s Revenge Lyrics

[Intro]
All I ask is, that you keep it real with me
All I ask is, that you keep it real with me
All I ask is, oh ohh oh

[Verse 1: The Game]
Cut open his stomach and stuff bricks in it
Put his body on a scale like there's fish in it
I can see a b!tch in him!
Twenty million dollar home renovation
Just to slit your wrists in it
Suicide, it's a suicide, rip apart the Maybach
I know the truth's inside
You twelve lemon pepper wings from a heart attack
Akademiks, get this n!gga Ozempic starter pack
Kai Cenat, hit the room, turn that stream on
Ask Budden 'bout his brief encounter with King Kong
This ain't the Kendrick beef, my Drac' sing songs
Shots rings out, the neighbor better have his ring on
Glocks swing out, doors open likе a swing arm
Pac lean out, Makaveli with the ring on
Opps is out, thеy on the same sh!t that we on
Hospital wheelchair, hair wrapped, sling on
It's payback punk, for the drama you try to bring on
Maybach trunks, type of sh!t we eat our wings on
My K-Dot sh!t, I won't have to turn the beam on
It's that, time of the month
Get this pu**y something to bleed on
Your baby mama told me you liked to get pee'd on
You a C.O., that's the last time you had keys on
And we know, you treat Gunplay like he a peon
And he know some sh!t that ain't cool for him to speak on
My PO said "this ain't the record that we agreed on!"
Then cut it off like the ankle monitor for the beep on
My n!ggas'll learn French, just to get they steam on
In Cali, with calicos don't need Khaled to get his scream on
We the west
Free the Gods, I gotta free the West
I'm muy loco, I don't need a vest
I am watching Scarface cleaning tech's
Shots gone be direct, have you been through Cedar yet?
When cars pull up, we do explosives and heaters checks
The lights fl!ck, the dogs bark, and n!ggas sleeping less
Under palm trees, we got them choppas that'll eat your flesh
The real Rick Ross know every bird gotta leave the nest
You stole your name, I pulled your file (Facts)
You looked at B.I.G. and stole his style (Facts)
I smell pu**y, that odor fat (Fat)
You ain't sold no birds, you trolled the owl

[Verse 2: The Game]
Draco fl!ck, it's like the lighter on a Carter IV
Bad kid, good city, I study the art of war
Running to that hand-me-down mansion, and lock up all the doors
Stop with all that raving, n!gga you not from Baltimore
I don't wanna hear about no fish tanks and marble floors
No spiral steps, no swimming pools, no Hors D'oeuvres, no Audemars
No car shows, no pinky rings, no umbrellas in the car doors
Introduce me and my connect to that Columbian you chop that raw for
Was it fabricated? The lies you tell are getting saturated?
What happened to the birds in the Maserati
They just evaporated? (Boss)
That sh!t be too exaggerated
F**kin with a Compton n!gga, get you head decapitated
Let a DiCaprio, all that cap like you activated
"I just a bought a hundred foot yacht, and it was captivating"
Congratulations, what an imagination
From C.O. to drug kingpin now this n!gga acting Hatian
The stories these n!ggas tell
He gone tell us he got a key for every n!gga he got locked in a cell
He gone tell us he just bought another crib, he living well
But he won't tell us about his health condition, he sick as hell
He popping pills, they starting to f**k with his brain
Seizures off the lean, Balenciagas shorts got the sh!t stains
He not a mastermind, he Gotti, line after line
Lay back in the Maybach, making up sh!t just to pass the time
He think he Big Meech, free Larry Hoover
Miami a big beach, now watch how I maneuver
I don't tippy-toe, I know plenty Zoe's
That pull up in semi trucks, hop out and let a semi go
So let me know
I let the boys in them drop Chevys go
It's humid in the 305, but they pushing heavy snow
Compton grim reaper I will make you reap what the devil sow
Walking through LIV with the same eyes n!ggas had in Belly though
This ain't the new Death Row, the new old Harry O
Game's one of them n!ggas, blue DaVinci, Meech and Terry know
So of my advice is let it go
Oh, I almost forgot
F**k Bel-Air, it's West side, we let the Henny flow
So when that muzzle smoke, and when that thing hot
Even when the camera out of focus, just know the beam not
Run up on you, clean shots, look down on you
Flash on like an iPhone taped to the ceiling with the screen locked
This n!gga drug women, that's how your team rock?
All that money that you rap about gone get you a mean plot
But in the meantime, I'ma let you fake fiends cop
And I know you're doing your thing opp
But this is where the wings stop

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Last Update: May 10, 2024

Freeway’s Revenge Lyrics Meaning

FAQs & Knowledge

Who is the singer of "Freeway’s Revenge" song?

"Freeway’s Revenge" song is sung by The Game.

Who is the lyrics writer of "Freeway’s Revenge" song?

"Freeway’s Revenge" song lyrics written by J. Taylor & The Game.

Who is the music producer of "Freeway’s Revenge" song?

"Freeway’s Revenge" song music composed & produced by J. Taylor & The Game.

When was "Freeway’s Revenge" song released?

"Freeway’s Revenge" song was released on May 10, 2024.