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Freedom
Isn’t Free
(Yeah yeah)
Ohh freedom
(Yeah we going back old school)
Isn’t Free
I go by the name of Mc Rafiki
Mike check 1,2,3
Yeah
Check it

his feelings
And all the plot holes filling with my cash that I reel in
Cause Imma cop me some commas by bringing all of the real in
My city got guns

my boys with me
We on the up and up
This album gonna put us on the map
Say what's up to the top
I slept on the streets
And I starved
But with this

and I was most happy
When I lived down in Shadewell with his Nunny and his Pappy
Our passion was music and we made a couple albums
Probably wouldn't do

that's full of burn holes
Tryna flip it to an album that'll turn gold
And then eventually plat
Remember back in school they were never mentioning that

man?
I said hey what's up, man
Aw, he must didn't hear me I know
Nah, nah I'm just sayin'
Man I got my, my album, man
I really would appreciate
That if

Chicks der Haltungsklasse zwei
Bin nicht mehr arm, doch trag unterm Nadelanzug Blei
Mein Album brachte Hype, doch die Pisser stressen immer noch
Ich weiß

surrounded by doubt
Got a beast inside a cage and he wants to get out, yeah
Lit and Comp'll get it, I know
Razzle Dazzle on my flow
Time is ticking till I blow

I’m satans twin
Or Jason with chainsaw blades again
I fucking blew the
Minds of all of the students
With all my spewed shit
You could see I’m pissed by

albums working on 5 others
Put your main course vs my bread basket with butter
Tryna be the change I wanna see and leading by example
Yea u better stay

watching my back
Blood on the whip clutching a strap
Try it and walk up and see if it's cap
Ain't know you before the album you ain't getting dap.

Finna

like this
Yea I'm vibing to beats
I'm smoking the beats
I'm blowing em down
Its all by the pound
I'm High on a beam
I'm packing the weed
I'm Rolling more

He always walks the crowded halls
And is blinded by this light
A girl who keeps her head down low
And never shows her eyes
He always walks

Album been done two years
Ain't put it out yet
Another mix tape
Another mistake
Another fifth grade attempt
To get rich
From a birdbrain CEO 
Who don't

now, I'm in this room alone and I cannot get out
How could I love myself ever again?
Only saved by this pen, always kill myself rapping of back thens
I

The L.A.B album drops
I won't promote by doing in stores
I'm out at night on the highway painting over your billboards
So what I'm a glory hound cause I tore

end up by switching my beat to then stop moving till my brain is dead
Hell, all I'm doing is relying on my parents' wallet plus some fishy loans
I am

some veggies told my girl it’s ready
Pacman popping pills go wap wap just like fetti
Celebrating life by eating right I don’t need no confetti
They don’t

ain't one of those rappers who got a deal man
Quit asking, every milestone you try to conquer
I passed it, every album we drops a classic
That's the way

at the top lil bitch
Hold on you know that I could never stop
Hold on I heard yo album, it's gone flop
Then you get popped
I came from the mud, man I came from

dreaded
Use to tell her I love her just to get her legs spreaded
Never been desperate tired of being neglected
By bitches I never put second but they will

remix
I do this
New shit
Had to call my potnas
Tell em pull they Hero out
Told em - get em
Yeah I got a album
& I need a sound
That I'm lookin fo
Wit

tryna
Get you up to my God
Till your vision's all blood red
Like you Cyclops
But the only way to do that is if your life's lost

By his stripes I'm

got harassed by the swine
Shit was so crazy I think to 02
I was just 5 I was chillin with Drew
Talking bout riding inside of a coup
Now we just eating