Freak
Freak like me, freak like me
You a freak like me, fre-freak like me
Freak like me, freak like me
You a freak like me, fre-freak like me
Freak like me, freak like me
You a freak like me, fre-freak like me
Freak like me, freak like me
You a freak like me, fre-freak like me
First off let me just start by saying that you niggas is low
You far from what you think you are and below what you assume to know You ain't cross shit you standing at that border boy it must be cold
Cause in due time your relevance is absent and your shit gets old
I had to be rude you came at my crew throwing them deuce and talking insane
It started with Bert you bitches is dirt messing with niggas without any game
And then it was Ella talk down on her hella you bitches be mad she aint looking plain
Fronting on Gatsby think he be nasty, at this point you just have no brain
Got me runnin around, bitch hold me down
Got these lights all around, they shuttin it down
Make fun of the lames, here's the truth we the same
Talking up for the fame, Doing that you the lame Throw one up for my gang
Freak like me, freak like me
You a freak like me, fre-freak like me
You a freak like me, fre-freak like me
Freak like me, freak like me
You a freak like me, fre-freak like me
Freak like me, freak like me
You a freak like me, fre-freak like me
Freak like me, freak like me
You a freak like me, fre-freak like me
First off let me just start by saying that you niggas is low
You far from what you think you are and below what you assume to know You ain't cross shit you standing at that border boy it must be cold
Cause in due time your relevance is absent and your shit gets old
I had to be rude you came at my crew throwing them deuce and talking insane
It started with Bert you bitches is dirt messing with niggas without any game
And then it was Ella talk down on her hella you bitches be mad she aint looking plain
Fronting on Gatsby think he be nasty, at this point you just have no brain
Got me runnin around, bitch hold me down
Got these lights all around, they shuttin it down
Make fun of the lames, here's the truth we the same
Talking up for the fame, Doing that you the lame Throw one up for my gang
Freak like me, freak like me
You a freak like me, fre-freak like me
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Writer(s): Christian Rogers
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