Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freedom, artist - Chillinit.
Date of issue: 07.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Freedom |
Motherfucker, this is |
(Freedom) I just do it for the world |
I just do it for my girl, look baby, this is |
(Freedom) I just do it for my fam |
I’m just trying to be the man, god damn this is |
(Freedom) Say god damn, this is freedom |
I’m just tryin' to make classics (Woo) |
I’m feelin' no stress |
The money does mathematics like I was Mos Def |
And how the fuck is he rappin' and still be so blessed? |
Oh yes, brudda I’m Summer Jam and I’m So Fresh |
I spent forever on irrelevant times |
And wasted too many seconds on the stress in my mind |
I never reply, 'cause wack rappers sellin' their lies |
And I be getting money like I’m Jerry Maguire |
But I woke up and let the sun in my eyes |
What can I say, brah? |
I’m lovin' my life |
Thinking back to my brothers that died |
I know my Mum still suffers inside |
And walks around like there’s something to hide |
But I live life, get money |
Give a fuck about the law, keep your bread coming |
Hit the far side up until we get runnin' |
(Whoop) Ah shit, I hear the feds coming, tell 'em this is |
(Freedom) I just wanna get rich for my brothers in the six |
Motherfucker, this is |
(Freedom) I just do it for the world |
I just do it for my girl, look baby, this is |
(Freedom) I just do it for my fam |
I’m just trying to be the man, god damn this is |
(Freedom) Say god damn, this is freedom |
I’m never caught when I’m passin' those coppers |
I’m tricky with the ball, I’m the Harlem Globetrotters |
They be signed like the cards in your wallet |
But the money’s all mine, there’s no halvin' my profits |
I went crazy and flirted with death once |
Now I’m tryin' to be the boss and I worked 'til the bread jumped |
Fresh cunt, no major or turning for head fucks |
And no money that I make has a thirty percent cut, get fucked |
And now I gots to focus |
I made her bend her back like scoliosis |
Listen to me, I don’t got emotions |
Locked them in the basement |
Getting wasted with the lost and hopeless |
Everybody ride my wave when it’s suitin' 'em |
And now they’re smokin' on the base and the Sudafed |
And now I’m using fake names with a pseudonym |
When I be on a flight, I’m Blake James 'cause the boodah’s lit |
I stay focussed, brudda, I stay focussed |
420 when I drop on the beat, stay smokin' |
Used to rock a fella for weed, I Jay Hov him |
Now I’m tryin' to get a classic and free like Beethoven |
I’m all black with the Chucks, I’m in the back of the truck |
Balaclava and a packet of bud |
No lights on, no license |
I’m trying to dodge the jacks on the run (Whoop) |
Here they come, I’m just a passionate cunt |
From the way that I spit wicked, I’m sicker with sick lyrics |
Got a monster next to under my bed like I’m Chris Griffin |
All you bruddas bad liars, chase pussy like Quagmire |
But the pussy come to me 'cause I’m sitting on six figures (Argh) |
420, I spit a verse and I chew the beat |
I fucked your bitch and got chicken burgers on Uber Eats |
On her account, I’m hitting herb moving weed |
Free my brother from the can like tuna meat |
Freedom |
Freedom |
Freedom |
Freedom |
(Freedom) I just wanna get rich for my brothers in the six |
Motherfucker, this is |
(Freedom) I just do it for the world |
I just do it for my girl, look baby, this is |
(Freedom) I just do it for my fam |
I’m just trying to be the man, god damn this is |
(Freedom) Say god damn, this is freedom |
(Freedom) I just wanna get rich for my brothers in the six |
Motherfucker, this is |
(Freedom) I just do it for the world |
I just do it for my girl, look baby, this is |
(Freedom) I just do it for my fam |
I’m just trying to be the man, god damn this is |
(Freedom) Say god damn, this is freedom |