Free but at a Cost

Huh?
What?
Why we breaking up
Wait, Wait
I'm just waking up
Hey, Hey
I will make it up
Please don't leave me all alone
Tears fucking up my blunt
Take it back
Ill get it back
Don't act so chill you tryna stunt
Uh, Uh
Bitch you tryna stunt
FUCK
Cant find my lighter and you irritating
Pushing all my buttons, bitch
You are so invigorating
You right
I ain't on shit
I am the shit
You cant say shit
Cause we both know you ain't shit
Venting on the mic
Spitting on the mic,
Ima
Need some tissue I am shitting on the mic
Its too hot,
Gimme Ice,
I be heating up the mic
Call me Rocky,
Final round
Steady beating up the mic

What did you do to me
What did you do to me
What did you do to me
What did you do to me
What did you do to me
What did you do to me
What did you do to me
What did you do to me

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What did you do to me
What did you do to me
What did you do to me
What did you do to me
What did you do to me
What did you do to me
What did you do to me
What did you do to me

There is no price for what is rightfully mine
Nigga I'm taking over everything
Never second guessing anything
I'm playing Chess
You playing checkers
I write verses
Your right letters
You too lazy
We go getters
Where them numbers?
Fuck them letters
I need a check not an apology
That's that Haji Conda ideology
My time expensive so don't bother me
My beats expensive so don't bother me
Where's your terminology
Address as the Greatest or you Highness Eithers fine with me
To become a boss
You must be a boss
Its a real nigga phycology
Only lucky make it
That's a bitch nigga mythology
Ha
Yeah I'm done with it
All that capping in yo songs bitch have fun with it
Ill be rapping for a minute
And I'm going dumb with it



Credits
Writer(s): Haji Maalik Conda
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