Lyrics:
the Lambo' in launch mode (hmm)
Release the things that'll keep me back (yeah)
Cut off my whole nine, free at last
Want me to be fake can't agree with that
Meet me down in Knoxville on a Saturday night
Oh the girls of the SEC
Got me fallin' in L-O-V-E
Oh the world if it was up to me
Would be filled by
don't fuck with rats, we don't talk to feds
We stack up our bread, we after the cheese
The flows be sickly, I swear we diseased
We got some bad bitches
curry and Thompson
Yeah balling just Kobe (Kobe Kobe)
Yeah and your girl think that she know me
She out here sucking dick but she be claiming that she
The need to get back to a child-past-mind-free life
On a thick fragile human ride
If I could only have the will to dive
There's no need to be alive
I just
be tough ina group well im by my lonely
Fuck all that talkin it out when you see me im pussy then you gotta show me
Fuck all that beefing all over
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
touch a God and accept his free gift
Like, imagine being judged by God without an advocate
According to scripture, you'd be condemned automatically
Go out
Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out
Cut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8
See we straight, how much money I make
This block [?]
Less in the grave
I'll be out before I'm outta prime
You entertained?
ct 67 I'm out with a bang
Like Hunter Thompson
Maniac from picture he paint
Like
Eyo Yo Amandla
Everybody raise up their fist say
Amandla
We go be the change in this place coz
Amandla
Written on everybody's face is
Amandla
Awethu
every time, Klay Thompson
Good guys finish last but God said the last will be first
Guess I'll ride this s**t out it couldn't get any worse
As I spit
theses dubs, take a play from Klay Thompson
I got Taydoe, I got Jaybo
And we came for every peso
By the case load
This don't work
Then drop the load, Jeff
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
with me
Jubilee, everybody dance with me
Jubilee, finally I've been set free
I'm free, free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay yo I go by the name of Joshua,
it back got him singing like the Braxtons
Don't be hitting my line nigga I'm relaxing
Always bothering me niggaz just nagging
Chilling at my new
it for the long haul
I can't wait to finish can't wait
I got some bars and some thoughts
I just can't yet place
I see these broads
Like bombs they make
'cept the schlep
Everybody's got somebody 'cept the schlep
And I'm sorry if I'm so inept
Sad to be
As free as me
The only girls I see
Are trapped in my
'cept the schlep
Everybody's got somebody 'cept the schlep
And I'm sorry if I'm so inept
Sad to be
As free as me
The only girls I see
Are trapped in my TV
When I had nothing
I had nobody
Now I got a little something
I got everybody
Everybody's on my dick
Like a tick on a dog's nuts
Can't shake them for
the new lane
So fuck the cool thang
My niggas wildin
And we stylin but we keep
True man
This right here be that mothafuckin anthem
Got ya mommy
Ya auntie
of what was occurring
In the back of his mind was something he was searching
To let it all go, he just wanted be
Free from their expectations
Free from it
a home with the oldies on
Help me out in math and still got every answer wrong
Where would I be in this world had it not for Lee
Kept my head in the books
all my people free and everybody straight
Every devil don't got horns, and every hero ain't got capes
Opened up my eyes, shit, I'm finally awake, Good
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