Live Free (feat. KamB11)

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Yo Kam, they ain't ready for this one
Let's give it to 'em

I ain't gotta lotta money, that shit don't matter to me
I'm just tryna live my life, just tryna be free
And I know they ain't feeling me, public enemy
But I still make your wife get weak at the knees
Running up on me, running back to your mommy
Acting like a rug rat, hit his ass with the Tommy
And that's on no caption, no Instagraming
You an outlier, hammer down, nail him

I ain't gotta lotta money, that shit don't matter to me
I'm just tryna live my life, just tryna be free
And I know they ain't feeling me, public enemy
But I still make your wife get weak at the knees
Running up on me, running back to your mommy
Acting like a rug rat, hit his ass with the Tommy
And that's on no caption, no Instagraming
You an outlier, hammer down, nail him

No hesitatin', I've been tired of the waiting
We did 2020, think I'm needing a vacation
Smoking on that cookie, we the ones that get to baking
You been coming off raw, know the oven's in the waiting
Now we on that '21, living life like the matrix
Up, down, left, right, now your 'Wife' spot is vacant
Think you's a detective, you cracked more than vases
I don't need to beat the case, all you got is allegations
Know your bitches hella sus, they be lookin like Among Us
Say she wanna go on tour, told her ride me like a tour bus
When I'm high, head rush, I ain't talking about Jojo
Said she want private training, so I took her to my dojo
He ain't got a big bag, he'll still bag your ho, doe
Know her boyfriend's a drag, I ain't talking about queens
I'll put a knife to your back if you take me for a dodo
Wallet out your bag, tonight like kings we feast

I ain't gotta lotta money, that shit don't matter to me
I'm just tryna live me life, just tryna be free
And I know they ain't feeling me, public enemy
But I still make your wife get weak at the knees
Running up on me, running back to your mommy
Acting like a rug rat, hit his ass with the Tommy
And that's on no caption, no Instagraming
You an outlier, hammer down, nail him

There's no one to trust, they demons
These niggas gon' play with your feelings
They getting to sharpen they fangs
And they cutting you up, and they silence your breathing
These niggas, they bite, they snakes
They running they mouth, stay fake
This a shout to the very first me in 2019
When I was tryna find my way
I was on real shit, always
In my mind, I was building pathways
Know I gotta keep the drill tucked, always
Got they screws loose, still see them often
In my lows, I be there often
That's why these pills I'm poppin'
Hit the mall, cheap thrills, I'm shopping
Cuz when I'm my coffin, new shoes, can't cop them
And I can't even process
Doin shit, i'm making progress
My life been feeling like a hot mess
Went and found my cool, A/C about this
Got you in my sights, my target
Red dots, red lights, sparks flying
Then pullin' up at Target
See the PS5, all white, I'ma cop this

I ain't gotta lotta money, that shit don't matter to me
I'm just tryna live me life, just tryna be free
And I know they ain't feeling me, public enemy
But I still make your wife get weak at the knees
Running up on me, running back to your mommy
Acting like a rug rat, hit his ass with the Tommy
And that's on no caption, no Instagraming
You an outlier, hammer down, nail him

And that's on no caption, no Instagraming
You an outlier, hammer down, nail him
Shouts out Andreas
You did it again

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