| I think they coming for my freedom
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| They wanna gun me, desert eagle
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| A bunch of egos, I don’t feed 'em
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| Know they gon' love me then they leave him
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| I was playing on a C-Note (brr brr)
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| And make my baby bend down real low
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| Look at my sneakers, swear they real though
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| In NYC puffin' illegal, yeah
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| You startin drama I’m like
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| Bitch give me this, another bitch give me that
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| I got some problems with myself, I put that shit on the bench
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| Boy is you crying for some help? |
| You better go and attack
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| You see them tugging on your belt, you put yourself on the map
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| Think I need Jesus
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| Think that I need need him I know that I need him
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| I pray on my knees yuh
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| It’s cold, it’s freezin'
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| Cold as a freezer
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| I came in this world, I don’t know how I’m leaving
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| I don’t believe 'em
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| Fuck the whole system
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| I pick up the pieces and come off a dreamer
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| I don’t believe ya
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| I never need 'em
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| The world that I seen, I’m surprised I’m still breathing
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| I think they coming for my freedom
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| You gon' bring that to NYC?
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| I’m bringing that shit
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| I’m bringing my whole percussion box
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| I think they coming for my freedom
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| Pull up, key in, start
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| Bitch, Canoga Park
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| Thats that shit out the two car garage
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| Check off the list now I hit the menage
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| Never looking back on a bitch and that’s that
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| I could do laps around underground rappers
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| With double cup stacked, you can take a step back
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| If you feeling like shit, go work the night shift
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| First thing’s first, I’ve been up all night
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| Dip and reverse brown piece on my side
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| Cook up the herse but I’d rather not die
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| Pull up to shows with my homies for life
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| Needing my shawty to drive, you feelin' alright?
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| We eat at La Tequiza for beans and the rice
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| Like every night
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| Ayy true, Fel can I ask you a question?
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| Yeah, ask all the questions you want bro
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| Just know I don’t have all the answers
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| Ayy yo, what’s the message?
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| All of these kids, I’m too old for this shit
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| Think they all got it backwards
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| Yo, what you been planning?
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| Build a militia and fuck with the system
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| Let’s get at the bastards
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| Ayy, let me get at this
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| I only use to do ad-libs
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| Don’t let me fade in the blackness
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| I think they coming for my freedom
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| They wanna gun me, desert eagle
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| A bunch of egos, I don’t feed them
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| Know they gon' love me then they leave him
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| Damnside dimebag, call me young Darryl
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| Running over squirrels in a Pontiac Fiero
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| Rob another life, I’ma dance like dinero
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| I could jock a side bag, I’m a fucking weirdo
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| Sell a couple Vyvanse, library hero
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| Visa Visa Master, that’s a kapa kapa kilo
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| Free the calipaint in California through an eagle
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| Never leaving either even if it’s just a guiro
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| Bless it up
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| Motherfucking spliff to my motherfucking dome
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| Penicillin scripts, I got something in my throat
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| Calling on my phone, only pick up for my mom
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| That’s a bomb, call the bomb squad
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| Life is bigger then the shit up on your i-Phone
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| Fuck a signal, losing tension like a blind spot
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| I’a slip until the slippers made of nylon
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| I’m smoking lala
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| I feel like lately I can’t take the pain
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| I’m praying patiently for better days, ayy
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| Know these relationships gon' fade away
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| So I’ll keep waiting on a brighter day
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| Don’t take away all my freedom |