Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Free Spirit , by - Wiley. Song from the album The Godfather 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wiley
Song language: English
Free Spirit |
| I don’t know where I’m going but where I’m going is good |
| A long way away from when I was shotting the white and buj (Yeah) |
| BBK are my bros but I’m a one-man band |
| Everybody gotta eat food, can’t be taking out of one man’s hand |
| I wish life was like before but see we got to move forward |
| In this life I guarantee you’ll get the dish that you ordered |
| My chain still swinging, Eastside brother in the game still winning |
| My car that’s a mazza, I love this shit make a pound, making a shilling (Ayy) |
| And I want to help all my brothers in the hood get what they want, God willing |
| Let’s go make a killing, feed the children, take care of the women |
| Still flowing but I’m feeling free, lyrics for lyrics, I’m just being me |
| It don’t work it if you just do it for P, I’m at work homework doing it, G |
| I’m sorry but I couldn’t let them do it to me |
| It’s like they got a bucket of paint and threw it at me |
| Everybody wanna be the one, nobody wanna be the two or the three |
| My bro, 20 years they just passed I’m like yo, where did they go? |
| Have a think about where your days go |
| I spend most days in the studio, I have to |
| By now that’s all my brain knows |
| On the radio, and all the stage shows |
| I gotta work on my brand like Waitrose |
| I don’t really care about any of the ties I’ve had that’s been severed |
| They asked if I would change, I told them never |
| I couldn’t, I wanna merk spitters, so I wouldn’t |
| A man can’t back in before I see a spitter and attack him |
| Nobody around here is cracking, solid |
| All the scenes that I’ve seen are horrid |
| And these MCs, their styles are just borrowed |
| I told them it’s a day in the park and so I’m honoured |
| You can send every MC alive I ain’t bothered |
| Send any MC alive, they don’t want it |
| It’s no point chatting about who and who’s off it, or on it |
| I came for the smoke to be honest, I came from the road to be honest |
| I came with these flows to be honest, Roman Road to be honest |
| I’m a bloodclart pro to be honest, I’m on it |
| The work rate’s sick, no vomit |
| Bigging up Megaman, So Solid |
| I left school, dad said go college |
| But I love the streets and so three months in man left because I didn’t want |
| knowledge |
| I never liked Marmite on toast, and no no I never liked porridge |
| Honestly, I feel tired but my body keeps going like it’s been rewired |
| For past tweets man have been fired, just when they got the job that they |
| desired |
| Now for the job that man wanted to do, can’t get hired |
| Some man are driving around on the road with four bald tyres |
| Top boys, liars, unuh gyaldem, friers |
| Me and my dons jump off of the plane like frequent fliers |
| I’ll Friday-the-13th MCs, like I was Michael Myers |
| You weren’t there when man was cutting up wires with pliers |
| Oh lord, look at the path you sent me on |
| It’s been mad, you get me don? |
| I ain’t perfect, don’t get me wrong |
| But I wish everybody the best, I know you won’t forget me don |
| It’s Wiley I’m getting 'em |
| Got the ideas here jet setting 'em |
| Here we go again, playing live through your stereo again |