Lyrics:
people got money, they still droppin' dimes
Got pain in my heart, screamin', "Free all the slimes"
Call a hit, a convertible chop off his top
They tryna
never heard of it real might as well be a gang everybody claIm it
Like a fucking set niggas like that don't get no respect
You fold under pressure
Be prepared to witness, the sickest illness
That will ruin your favorite rappers hopeless fucking Christmas
I have everybody's throats out and chop
the key to life in my left hand, everyone of these other people lookin' desperate
I got the answer to it all in my right hand Why is everybody tryina' steal
ain't lie
It be snitches they build the case with
Everybody pull out phones just to tape with, shit is flagrant
Day shift, niggas be calling cops
The Artist, Free ya' Mind, Okay
Mr. Ray I see you (I do)
And we got a special guest with us tonight, uh huh
Trinity in the Vicinity, WHAT! Let's Go!
There's
Tell me where to go
What do I do
There wouldn't be me
If there wasn't a you
The road that is narrow
Is the one that I choose
Sent them by two
All seventy
they feelings
I got advice from my father, all he told me was this
Niggas, get off your ass if you plan to be rich
There's ten rules to the game, but
to bad bitches, you official
I know you keep somebody comin' wit yo fine ass
Too fine to be for just somebody wit yo fine ass
Masterpiece, you got
We goin' be
Partying with girls
With the squeeze tight jeans
It's an Eastside thing
Weekend scene
Ain't got a lot of money
But the freestyles free
they ones) i said 1-2-3
(Uh huh, uh huh) Let me know
If you're ready for me, lawd
(And now everybody got a sixteen
A beat and 'dro
The whole hood is
but they going insane
Blind man want to (hei) choose to believe that his heart will be free
When he's down on his knees, but he's dying on the inside,
Gypsy woman told my mama
While 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama
He'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls
Turn your
Gypsy woman told my mama 'while 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama he'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls turn your heads
Gypsy woman told my mama 'while 'fore I was born
Got a boy child comin' mama he'll be a bad one, now
I'll make all you little girls turn your heads
Rick on my pants and I got Teggaのshoes (no cap)
Fuck everybody won't play by ur rules (Grah grah)
Just talking on IG, man what u gon do?
Late night we
Carrying a boom box til your arms were sore
We be wildin' on the corner free stylin'
Or politickin' out doe we see piling
Or either girls we be getting
like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
But I'll be here cause you're all that I've got
Got a condo with nothin' but condoms in it
As time goes by, will we free our minds/
(Will I free my mind oh lord no)
As time goes by, will I fall behind/
(No no no no no)
Nocturnal Verse:
Wrote
whatever I want
So long as I got the papers to be whatever I want
Make me wonder
What is the difference from before?
We're back to the start at the losing
at when he see this 5th
I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE BEEN TOLD
But FREE gone kill any and everybody that's dissin'
And everybody I'm hittin' either got ICE
We all come in from the cold
We come down from the wire
An everybody warms themselves
To a different fire
When sometimes we get burned
You'd think
got the thistle
Ill be the whistle
Blower Please tack
They’ll call it treason
For no other reason
Then To throw
Everyone off track
Their culpability
got
Stay connected with the roots like Black Thought
What does it matter to have your name up in the marquee
Without liberty, can't you see no ones free
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