Free
(专辑: No Dope On Sundays - 2017)
(Free) Mic check, one, two... (Free) Yeah (In my life) I'm just a
young man from Stone Mountain, Georgia Failed every class, I
flunked out before the
Eleventh grade, they told me I
had a
disorder But every song he brew sound like a
poem out the
Torah So I
learned to break a
zone down to quarters Had a
crush on Crystal like Urkel had on Laura I
told her God is my attorney I
never go to court without my lawyer, huh So hit me up when you (free) I
guess my decorum didn't match my aura Shit, I'm just a
bachelor that's tired of running back and forth With different women, I
had my fair share If I
retire, I'm still a
Hall of Famer like Gale Sayers Black bottle nigga, prince of Bel-Air I
need more than a
bitch who sell hair I'm talking healthcare, strip clubs is the
new welfare Bruh this pussy ain't (free) So it's cheaper to keep her than run the
street with ya people Four deep in the
regal, smoking weed with an eagle All we see is illegal, get a
key from [?] make sure you keep it cerebral or... Lay underneath the
cathedral, smoke a
leaf with Khalifa before I
meet with the
Reaper I'ma kidnap a
bird right after she let me freak her She fell asleep in the
fetal The
next morning I
let her (free) (In my life) Yeah... Feel like I'm being enslaved Married to a
bitch, it's hard being engaged You spent your all on your gift but you work minimum wage And she turn right back around and spit in your face Huh...she tell you you ain't good enough She tell you you ain't hood enough She talking 'bout who she should have fucked...with And now you tired of putting up...with her shit So you decided to leave Go fuck with them other niggas, them niggas not in my league Less than a
year later, I'm as hot as Belize I'm no detective, but now she copping a
plea She wanna know if I'm good and how was my week You don't need to ask unless you chopping a
tree It don't mean you smart 'cause you got a
college degree Really what I'm tryna say, I'm tired of putting music out for (free) Love don't cost a
thing Try saying that to the
girl you bought a
ring Curse a
bitch out over the
phone like Charlie Sheen With collard greens in the
kitchen with Paula Deen 'Cause these rollies that we got aren't cheap The
oyster with the
leather band cost three And pretty girls want a
nigga who got cheese Shawty, I
thought the
best things in life were (free) I
just wanna be... I
just wanna be free... Free as the
meal that a
lady gets on the
first date Free as a
bird that just left the
nest for the
first day Free as the
inmate who got out on parole from prison Free as the
air we breathe that could be the
last breath given Free as the
extra .5 that my nigga gave me for shopping with him for the
last three years Free as the
Olive Garden breadsticks you take home and put in your fridge Free as the
neighborhood thot that gave every nigga the
pussy Free as the
Chinese restaurant fortune cookies Free as the
peppermint, butterscotch, and dum dums you get at the
bank Free as the
bootlegger that downloaded my album illegally...thanks We are orphans and fatherless Our mothers are as widows Lamentations 5:3