This is a message to, uh, all of you who, uh, don't believe, alright? 
They gunna try to bring me down 
Hatin's what they do 
Well you gotta keep a smile 
Stay up on your move 
Live free, live free, live free 
Homie live free, live free 
They gunna try to tell you no 
Shatter all your dreams 
But you gotta get up and go 
And think of better things 
Live free, live free, live free 
Homie live free, live free 
Hey yo microphone check, one, two, one, two 
Good? Just had to make sure [bad word] through 
With the driver Ricky Bobby 
More class than the college 
And the shine of Liberachi 
About time that you acknowledge 
That the boy's here to stay 

fired up begin to blaze, 
buzzin' out my name, gettin' out like a triple play, hate to tell you what you can't do, [bad word] that, nah 
say there's everything you can do but rap, [bad word] .. 
I paint pictures with a hot flow, young Picasso, 
ya feel me? I thought so, 
there's people in the world that are jealous of success, 
don't even 2nd guess yourself, step or get left, get left 
we on the march we ain't waitin' for no man, 
you can't get distracted by haters & romance, 
so if you sittin' trapped in defeat, 
get that monkey off your back, live free.... 

Now everybody know I got haters like Maino, 
actors all phony, give 'em Tonys like Yayo, 
flush the [bad word] out of music, Drano, 
this a [bad word] story type of movie, Fandango 
flamethrower, strange flow, 
they got me on the top like a halo, a Christmas tree Angel, yeah 
my team attack the game from all angles, 
passin' all these rappers, just pussycats, 
bengals.....