Amistaad

Cops on the block, I was running from them
I had blood on my timbs
My skully had a brim
We rolled up in optimos
I just got some smoke (got some smoke)
Used to cook on pots and stoves
Hope my mamas not gonna know
Lock the door
Stuff the towel at the bottom
We was broke, we was starving
Hoped the money solved our problems
But it just made mo'
And now I got beef with bay bro
Asked if we cool and I just said I ain't know
Different episode, same show
This is what we paid for, what we came for
What the fuck you got a name for
We hit the streets like a flamethrower
Big hammer but I ain't Thor
Just don't be the goal that we aim for
It's all cool (Kool) to a chain smoker
Poor is poor all over, it's the same culture
Go wherever the money's at like Ann Coulter
All they write about is blood-suckers like Bram Stokers
You know what pigeons and eagles have in common
They ain't vultures
Just be free nigga
Just get free nigga
Just get free nigga
Just
Be free nigga
But ain't shit free nigga
I'm just vibin' off this cheap liquor
AC on but still got the heat nigga
Since Juvenile had 400 degrees with us
Stay in school you got 400 degrees in ya
All you need is somebody that believe in ya
Celebrate what you achieve with ya
And believes with ya
Them nightmares make you dream bigger
I need more
Don't know what I'm chasing this greed for
I guess when I live by the beach I'll be sure
If I could make the whole world rich I'd be poor
If I could cleanse all my sins I'd be pure
It's a process
Trying to make amends for a heart that hasn't stopped yet
Steady movin' forward but don't see me making progress
Tryna stomach it but it's too much to digest
Why can't I just
Just be free nigga
Just get free nigga
Just get free nigga
Just be free
Just be free nigga
Just get free nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Cuffee
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