773 Freestyle Lyrics - Joey Purp

[Verse 1 - Vic Mensa] 

Back on top, I been through more lows than you can imagine 

Flew higher than most, I'm always traveling 

Been places that you never been twice 

Went all around the world, I'm victory lapping 

How did it happen? How did it happen? Stay focused with a lot of distractions 

I was shipping packs like I manufacture 

Used to move the product, I'm still the product of that shit 

Killa Cam taught me keep calm under pressure 

Mom told me keep outta trouble, huh, as if 

I was tryna make a little money on my own 

Graduating from an eighth to a zone, now I'm grown 

Sixteen, started writing sixteens 

Late night candle light, making sure the pen was right 

Shootouts outside the studio 

I was in the hood when you was playing Yu-Gi-Oh! 

I stopped dealing, it just wasn't in the cards 

When I got robbed in a car by this nigga with his baby momma, he was tryna cut my price 

If you hearing this song, just know I'm shitting on your life 

Give it to them twice, shitting on your life 

You still wearing wife beaters, hitting on your wife 

She hit me today but I hit it at the night 

But I don't even want it man, I ain't even frontin' man 

Ask Mikkey Halsted, the streets know 

Since little big with the Don King flow 

Rumble in the jungle, Ali 'fro 

Ali Baba, international commas 

Six some summers I've been out here repping 

773 312 section 

You ain't really from the city don't rep it 

You ain't really from the city don't rep it 

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[Verse 2 - Joey Purp] 

First things first I'm back at it and back in it 

Kick my lean habit, quit with the ad-libbing 

Niggas be back-packing, this ain't no back-pack shit 

Every boom bag I had had pounds in it 

Let them boys keep the attention, glorifying all of the horror stories we get left with 

Four or five niggas be bending corners in your section 

Ghost-riding all types of foreigns, we misdirected 

And I'm supposed to sit by watching my young niggas die while all you young niggas lie? 

I've heard your fairy tales about a hundred different times 

Give my brother forty five it's like a hundred on my mind 

Only west side niggas keep a hundred on the nine 

And I ride forty five with a hundred on my side 

360 on my wrist with my bitch in the bedroom 

And she know I keep it 100, 169, yeah 

[Verse 3 - Vic Mensa] 

I'm a South Side prince 

Prince at first avenue get my revenue rinsed 

Benjamin Franklins in the sink 

RP, Killa Cam, rocking all pink 

Tenth grade styling niggas thought that shit was gay 

Pause, fast forward, now they ride the same wave 

Skinny jeans, Billie Jean, been a don 

Squad look like United Colors of Benetton 

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[Verse 4 - Joey Purp] 

Been a dream, been a king, nigga 

Been a god, been a man, nigga 

Bending corners counting Benjamins 

Ben and Jerry ass nigga sweeter than some cinnamon 

Ice cream sneakers, same color as the paint job 

And the inside same color as a ring pop 

I was pulling hoes wearing Phat Farm tank tops 

First we get em in, get the number, then we get them all 

I just fucked your bitch with my Gucci house slippers on 

[Verse 5 - Vic Mensa] 

Sorry I ain't even really mean to offend y'all (right) 

But my girl's skin darker than my rims are (yeah) 

Purp move so much weight he need a trim spa (true) 

We be hanging like Steph Curry's mouth guard (yeah) 

Jake Gyllenhaal and I box Southpaw 

I should prolly beef with Diddy, we the Outlawz 

But desperate [?] put me on the first PJ 

Me and Joey making bands since Kids These Days 

[Verse 6 - Joey Purp] 

But these days we still running it like relays 

I was making plays on flip phones that's pre-paid 

Bathing Ape tees with the Bathing Ape key chain 

Straight the back braid - uh 

[Verse 7 - Vic Mensa, Joey Purp, and both] 

My new girl work at the factory 

Cheesecake, working on a degree from Northwestern 

Told her study this D, teach the girl a lesson 

Why they still out here wearing Birkenstocks 

Work the block, niggas undercover serving cops 

Underpaid and under pressure, under fear of getting shot 

And the murder rate higher than Doctor Jay's socks 

Purp be the Pusha Man, word to Nate Fox 

And nigga Vic be the fireman, keeping shit hot! 

Jack Frost in the zip lock, dodging dick cops 

Bout to go and take a trip huh, with my bitch huh 

Tryna make her do a trick huh on the dick huh 

Purple!