Philadelphia Freeway spits his lyrics to “What We Do”:

We still hustle ’til the sun come up
Crack a 40 when the sun go down
It’s a cold winter
Y’all niggas better bundle up
And I bet it be a hotter summer, grab a onion
Just to rock it down; you hot now, listen up:
Don’t you know cops’ sole purpose is to lock us down?
And throw away the key
But without this drug shit your kids ain’t got no way to eat, huh
We still try to keep Mom…smilin’
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