Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freedom of Speech 3, artist - Young Roddy. Date of issue: 19.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Freedom of Speech 3 |
| Can’t understand |
| What happened to all those young lovers |
| It doesn’t make sense |
| It doesn’t make sense |
| Good sense Good sense |
| Turn on the news the whole world fucked up |
| Sitting like I’m strong enough to break these handcuffs |
| Plan didn’t work I switched my plan up |
| We all we got so never give your mans up |
| Ma hood and ma mama raised a grown man |
| Heard they tryna take my life I hope they gun jam |
| My girl she always say get with the program |
| She wants some real love but I’m stubborn like ma old man |
| Sorry love I can’t blame you if you sick of waiting |
| Know you deserve better I’d be the first to say it |
| Staring at ma son I need some motivation |
| From Pablo that nasty night I switched my occupation |
| The most slept on I’m the topic of the conversation |
| Real shit probly me and big drip |
| They told me conscious rappers barely ever blow |
| That’s crazy they don’t wanna hear real shit no more |
| And I forever speak my peace |
| This that freedom of speech three |
| Ma granny told me heaven is our next stop |
| Lord forgive me all them years I keep her stressed out |
| Then the cops killed my mans left him stretched out |
| I had to hold it down when poppa chose to step out |
| Fussing with mama they say don’t do that |
| Troubled child she could’ve sent me to bootcamp |
| Twenty with a newborn sleeping on granny futon |
| bitching at me my uncle smoking the new port |
| It doesn’t make sense |
| It doesn’t make sense |
| Uh, stomach growling I thank God for them coupons |
| And them food stamps I wish I could more |
| No hot water, water was only lukewarm |
| Young Frank Lucas I’m tryna put my crew on |
| Last bitch leave me played me they told me move on |
| Put that behind me hoping the labels sign me |
| I was stacking that green up selling the white to them zombies |
| Ain’t had no fly gift back then please don’t remind me |
| Uh, I went from ramen noodles to benny hondas |
| I call this food for thought how I’m dropping knowledge |
| This shit ain’t no joke no Rickey Smiley |
| I was riding in the bucket going school but hiding |
| Uh, from a spot where they check you like where they sitting from |
| Ma homie got paid but spent that at the liquor store |
| They told me conscious rappers barely every blow |
| It’s crazy they don’t wanna hear real shit no more |
| Yeah I’ll forever speak my piece |
| This that freedom of speech three |