Where U Been
Freeway Lyrics

Uh, yeah woo! Uh, it’s going down, niggas!
Excitement and anticipation for what's about to happen.

It’s that slow flow, F-R double-E, nigga
Introducing Freeway's signature flow.

See them pussy niggas but you can’t see me
Confident in his abilities and undetected by his enemies.

I’m sunk in the seat Clutch my hammer close, I’m controlling the V And love the cities on both the coasts But still repping the East, yeah
Freeway is on a mission and enjoys traveling, but represents his home on the East Coast above all else.

They like, "Freeway, where you been?" In North Philly, in the hood, cooking a ki’ Tell me, how crooked is he? The mayor gave him the key to the city Then he turn around and flood The city with nickels
Freeway has been busy handling business, cooking drugs in North Philly, and is in good standing with the mayor. However, he's also responsible for flooding the city with low-quality drugs.

To break the cycle, the nine-nickel chrome The mini mansion, his home
Freeway uses a gun to break the cycle of violence and drugs in his neighborhood. He's successful enough to own a mini mansion.

If Khaled call my phone I’m in the place to be G4, the M-I, get high Float in the friendly sky I’m that fly, tell my pilot the fourth
Freeway is ready to travel at a moment's notice and boasts about his flyness, leaving instructions for his pilot.

Far as raps, I murder tracks, Philly I kill the shit out a sixteen Shit’s mean, spit a clip for the chorus, I Tape and record it, put the murder on wax, I Ship it out to Khaled and Shoot a video for it, holla!
Freeway is a skilled rapper and has a process for recording, producing, and marketing his songs.

I’m from the East where them ARs shooting Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked For the record khaled from the South where Them bammers be moving Walk into yo’ house and will Leave you tied up, for the dollar Can’t forget the West Where them niggas be looting Shooting over colors, they will Kill ya mother, for the record
Freeway recognizes the different cultures and crimes in different regions of the country and highlights the dangers posed by violence.

And where you at, nigga? That’s where you from, nigga So rep where you from Nigga, wherever you at, nigga
It's important to represent where you're from and stay true to your roots.

My shooter keep it moving You niggas barely moving Them bullets almost hit you, you scream "A hallelujah!"
Freeway's shooter is on the move and efficient, while his enemies barely have time to react. Their near-death experience makes them cry out in praise.

I’m on grind, all-time with the Ruger And Khaled, all these niggas, they Want me to lose, but I’m on my Ps and Qs and, I got my eyes open Can make it happen with rapping I get my Ps and Qs in
Freeway works hard and stays vigilant, despite feeling pressure from others. He's confident in his ability to succeed through rapping and being cautious.

I know Katrina shooting Know Mr robert smoking i supply the addicts They grab the baggage and keep it moving Keep it, holding, 6-series, not stolen Drop the lop look like the roof stolen Call the cops he be stacking like Lego Leave me holding all the blocks Run up on him, treat you like the drop Roof open all them stick-up boys scheming on Them fat boys scoping They be hoping that I’m slipping I be praying that I’m not Nigga, ’til then, I’m supplying the block
Freeway knows the people involved in crime in his area. He supplies drugs to users, who quickly move along with their secret packages. He's cautious, but also provides protection and knows how to handle those who try to attack him. He's also aware of potential threats from others who may rob or surveil him.

Free at Last almost here, you Should keep your ears open, nigga!
Promoting his upcoming album, Freeway urges fans to stay tuned.

95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route And I ain’t fronting nothing, neither That ain’t what I’m ‘bout No doubt from Virginia Where the drought never touch us Them dopes in the pillows The home of the couch-stuffers pop clutches Drop-tops on all you motherfuckers And all the baddest bitches pretending That they love us fucking the soul out us We call ‘em "The Golden-Mouthers" Paying for the service with Louis or Gucci pouches Send ‘em to they spouses We back in the street Cooking up them ounces From a quarter to a ki’ Call me "Place-Your-Order P, " c’est la vie If you want it, know, I got It for cheap, Re-Up Gang, niggas! We cock and bang, niggas, we cop them things Niggas million records sold and still Them same niggas Bigger picture, grill with the angel fixtures Where I’m at, they measure Worth by your figures, ugh!
Freeway is en route to Virginia, where he's known for selling drugs and cars. He's proud of his sales skills and ability to attract women, who pay handsomely for his services. His team, the Re-Up Gang, is also successful, having sold millions of records. However, they understand that they must control their image to maintain their status.