Above the Law — Set Free

[Intro: Cold 187um] We were once the kings and queens And now we've became the slaves We were once, uh, the innovator But now we've just became the imitator We were once the leader But now we've just become the follower Separating ourselves in packs that we call sets I wanna be free, uh Free, free! [Verse 1: Cold 187um] Yo, I was born as a player, momma had to break her neck Coming up hard in the west Dallas projects Thinking to myself, I can live or either die here So when I step, yo, I step with no fear Cause you can either get your bang on Or you can get your slang on In the 90’s on the west coast Uh, yeah, so let me take a toast Or have a roast for My homies, my comrades, my dawgs, my locs Yeah, peace to ya, cause it’s rough in the bay That’s why we always staying high off that dank Trying to stay high; cause the system always trying to keep us down Hayyy, so I clown, cause I get down Plotting as a nation of millions that want me to keep it underground, yo I ain’t a scared nigga, so I ain’t misled nigga Call me the head nigga, straight corn-fed nigga And you get two drops for relief Or straight get served on the 1st and 15th I used to be a breaker, I used to be a popper But my first pet peeve is I hate a short stopper My second; a nigga trying to play me for some pussy Just like my homie Sam tried to play me for this bitch named Cookie He’s a rookie trying to play a man’s game But he don’t know, how I got her broke, how I got a cane [KM.G] There’s always some kind of drama As for why I’m crazy, blame it on my momma It’s not what you get out of life, it’s what you make of it Get your hustle on and you reap all the benefits I’ve been working hard for ten years, I’m a G And how I keep it, is by staying set free, yeah [Chorus] Sha-doo-ba-dop [x4] Set me free [Verse 2: KM.G] Check it out I love the way your brass Bed slides across the floor I can’t forget the past yo the sweat starts to pour Down my body, I pause as I stare out the window I’ve think of what I got then I’ve think of what I’ve been through I’ve reminisced about the motherfucking old days Old lays, and how we was in motherfucking pain Rolling with my partner, to get a fucking zone Scared to hold some cocaine, I think it was '84 A year later, still living off that shit Counting a little paper as the world takes hits And hits; sets over here, sets over there You can tell they a set by the stars and they rags in the air Bailing through the motherfucking street Like this is a war and they’s a motherfucking fleet And the news starts to glorify them homicides and drive-bys While we get high and rock them fly rhymes Still serving that powder by the gram While some of my niggas go to the pen, it’s up to Uncle Sam Keeping brothers in check Keep the birds on deck White man keep us starving with no respect So think about it, when you’re hustlin with your gang [Cold 187um] Still gonna trying to keep breaking the chain Just to stay, uh … free! Yeah, set free [Chorus]