Mama!
I think they coming for my freedom
They wanna gun me, desert eagle
A bunch of egos, I don't feed 'em
Know they gon' love me then they leave him
I was playing on a C-Note (brrt, brrt)
And make my baby bend down real low
Look at my sneakers, swear they real though (no-no-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no-no)
In NYC puffin' illegal, yeah
You starting drama, I'm like-
Bitch give me this, another bitch give me that
I got some problems with myself, I put that shit on the bench
Boy, is you crying for some help? You better go and attack
You see them tugging on your belt, you put yourself on the map
Think I need Jesus
Think that I need Him I know that I need Him, I pray on my knees yeah
It's cold, it's freezin'
Cold as a freezer
I came in this world, I don't know how I'm leaving
I don't believe 'em
Fuck the whole system (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I pick up the pieces and come off a dreamer
I don't believe you
I never need 'em
The world that I seen, I'm surprised I'm still breathing
I think they coming for my freedom
(Ha-ha-ha-ha)
You bring that to NYC? (Uh)
I'm bringing that shit
I'm bringing my whole percussion box
I think they coming for my freedom
Pull up, key in, start
Bitch, Canoga Park (uh-huh)
That's that shit out the two-car garage
Check off the list now I hit the menage (uh-huh)
Never looking back on a bitch and that's that (no)
I could do laps around underground rappers
With double cup stacked, you can take a step back (yeah-yeah)
If you feeling like shit, go work the night shift (yeah-yeah)
First thing's first, I've been up all night
Dip and reverse brown piece on my side
Cook up the hearse, but I'd rather not die
Pull up to shows with my homies for life
Needing my shawty to drive, you feelin' alright?
We eat at La Tequiza for beans and the rice
Like every night
Ayy true, Fel, can I ask you a question?
Yeah, ask all the questions you want bro
Just know I don't have all the answers
Ayy yo, what's the message?
A-A-All of these kids, I'm too old for this shit
Think they all got it backwards
Yo, what you been planning?
Build a militia and fuck with the system
Let's get at the bastards
Ayy, let me get at this
I only use to do ad-libs
Don't let me fade in the blackness
I think they coming for my freedom
They wanna gun me, desert eagle
A bunch of egos, I don't feed them
Know they gon' love me then they leave him
Damn side, dime bag, call me young Darryl (skrrt)
Running over squirrels in a Pontiac Fiero (ah-ha)
Rob another life, I'ma dance like Dinero (oh, yeah)
I could jock a side bag, I'm a fucking weirdo
Sell a couple Vyvanse, library hero (for real, real)
Visa, Visa Master, that's a kapa, kapa kilo (kilo)
Free the Calipaint in California through an eagle (yeah, yeah)
Never leaving either, even if it's just a guiro
Blessed it up
Motherfucking spliff to my motherfucking dome
Penicillin scripts, I got something in my throat
Calling on my phone, only pick up for my mom
That's a bomb, call the bomb squad
Life is bigger then the shit up on your i-Phone
Fuck a signal, losing tension like a blind spot
I'a slip until the slippers made of nylon
I'm smoking lala
I feel like lately I can't take the pain (the pain, the pain), yeah
I'm praying patiently for better days (better days, better days), ayy
Know these relationships gon' fade away (fade away, fade away)
So I'll keep waiting on a brighter day
Don't take away all my freedom
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