Financial Freedom (FF)
I'm not bitter
They gave me lemons
I made lemonade
With a sour face
To counter things
The pain had me
Chasing more than
Over the counter things
Fighting never found the ring
Gate keepers lying
Y'all all cap
Like the cartilage
Around the knee
Stingy playlist
Curating for wages
Thousand streams
To get a quarterback
Urlacher my patience
Waiting on call backs
For placements
Not from agents
Exhausting my savings
Sorrow in my cadence
Life's the maestro
Times a sadist
Complexion becomes hot topic
Whats in store
Shots fired and you
A locked target
Privileged finger pointing
Who's broker
Most people in life are traders
Like the stock market
I don't need advice
While you hate
Stocking at Target
Looka
Half my hurry
Is so you
Don't have to worry
I'm tired of looking
Back on my journey
My ego says
I'm a hero
And I want all the glory
The past assures me
I'm still a villain
In someone's story
I'm alone until I find my reason
Another player at the combine
What's achievements
You make it with nothing to show
And no one believe it
On the road to financial freedom
On the road to financial freedom
On the road to financial freedom
Searching for meaning
Don't regret your findings
My child hood was dark
Like Nico Robin
Fight your demons
Without a team
To defeat your rivals
Or at least cut them back
On that Keto diet
Either change
Your perception
Or leave
Without eyelids
You should
Bet on yourself
Like I did
Afraid to take
A chance on me
I was a flight risk
But a bright kid
Worked the
Night shift
Behind on electric
Told em I was
Waiting to get my light fixed
My ego shines the brightest
Pride is defiant
I had trust issues
Before Biden
So if I let you in
Don't be trifling
Looka
I didn't get the girl
I quit looking
For her
Lost my self
Almost left it for her
This ain't about
Your credit score
Id be lying
If I ain't get it wrong
I ain't gotta savings
At thirty four
Humility's
Healthy commodity
Sometimes you owe
Yourself the apology
Not so possessive
You won't
Need an apostrophe
I'll succeed
Or so said my astrology
And that's
Just how it's gotta be
I'm alone until I find my reason
Another player at the combine
What's achievements
You make it with nothing to show
And no one believe it
On the road to financial freedom
On the road to financial freedom
On the road to financial freedom
They gave me lemons
I made lemonade
With a sour face
To counter things
The pain had me
Chasing more than
Over the counter things
Fighting never found the ring
Gate keepers lying
Y'all all cap
Like the cartilage
Around the knee
Stingy playlist
Curating for wages
Thousand streams
To get a quarterback
Urlacher my patience
Waiting on call backs
For placements
Not from agents
Exhausting my savings
Sorrow in my cadence
Life's the maestro
Times a sadist
Complexion becomes hot topic
Whats in store
Shots fired and you
A locked target
Privileged finger pointing
Who's broker
Most people in life are traders
Like the stock market
I don't need advice
While you hate
Stocking at Target
Looka
Half my hurry
Is so you
Don't have to worry
I'm tired of looking
Back on my journey
My ego says
I'm a hero
And I want all the glory
The past assures me
I'm still a villain
In someone's story
I'm alone until I find my reason
Another player at the combine
What's achievements
You make it with nothing to show
And no one believe it
On the road to financial freedom
On the road to financial freedom
On the road to financial freedom
Searching for meaning
Don't regret your findings
My child hood was dark
Like Nico Robin
Fight your demons
Without a team
To defeat your rivals
Or at least cut them back
On that Keto diet
Either change
Your perception
Or leave
Without eyelids
You should
Bet on yourself
Like I did
Afraid to take
A chance on me
I was a flight risk
But a bright kid
Worked the
Night shift
Behind on electric
Told em I was
Waiting to get my light fixed
My ego shines the brightest
Pride is defiant
I had trust issues
Before Biden
So if I let you in
Don't be trifling
Looka
I didn't get the girl
I quit looking
For her
Lost my self
Almost left it for her
This ain't about
Your credit score
Id be lying
If I ain't get it wrong
I ain't gotta savings
At thirty four
Humility's
Healthy commodity
Sometimes you owe
Yourself the apology
Not so possessive
You won't
Need an apostrophe
I'll succeed
Or so said my astrology
And that's
Just how it's gotta be
I'm alone until I find my reason
Another player at the combine
What's achievements
You make it with nothing to show
And no one believe it
On the road to financial freedom
On the road to financial freedom
On the road to financial freedom
Credits
Writer(s): Bradlee Patrick
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