Sly Huncho
Motherfucker
Freedom is a choice and yet so many people decide not to be free
I'm a free man and I can think freely
They think we're crazy
They call us freaks
Honestly I think we're
Just happy
Yeah
I wanna be what the fuck I wanna be
Don't you dare try and stop me
I'm doing this rap shit as a hobby
Till it's no longer a hobby and
When I make that switch
Don't you act like you was waiting in the lobby
My memory's sharp, like Sly Huncho with the razor
I'm pulling out receipts of whoever did me a favor
And this is not a message asking you to go and cater for me
But if you see me go Will & Jada
Make that prayer for me
Yeah, my vision clear
But images aren't as they appear
I'm wishing the best for all my peers, hmm
I'm wishing success for all my peers
But at the end of the day
All of this shit is competition
So if it's a debate of who is and who isn't
I'm not Jermaine Cole
Heater in my hand, I'm not afraid to aim low
I'm cut from a different type of cloth, they don't sew
I'm the real deal, all of y'all is rose gold
The weight just won't add up, no matter how you cope
That's a size ten and a half on your throat
Pass me the rock, I won't choke
To say I'm naturally gifted would be cap
I just stayed out the way and kept my ass in the lab
Until that three-point shot wasn't a brick, but a splash
Same way I treat these fucking flows that I keep in my bag
Motherfucker
The duffel heavy now
I got the kill shot in sight and it's steady now
If this is scary hours
Then it's Jason Freddy now
I love to keep it respectful, let me keep it petty now
Hands down, I clear anyone else around me
It was the seventh day when they went and found me
I'm a city boy, I ain't no fucking townie
You motherfuckers, A.I generated Marcus Brownle
And you can never hold a flame to what I house deep inside me
It's a fucking nine tails without rails
Believe it when I say I'll bleed anybody
On God, I'll be somebody
And no, I don't care how you feel
Cause this time it's real
And this ain't music for no IG reels
This that shit that's timeless
I ain't worried about no comments
I'm just worried about my peace of mind
I promise you these peaceful times, you better keep your ass in line
Freedom is a choice and yet so many people decide not to be free
I'm a free man and I can think freely
They think we're crazy
They call us freaks
Honestly I think we're
Just happy
Yeah
I wanna be what the fuck I wanna be
Don't you dare try and stop me
I'm doing this rap shit as a hobby
Till it's no longer a hobby and
When I make that switch
Don't you act like you was waiting in the lobby
My memory's sharp, like Sly Huncho with the razor
I'm pulling out receipts of whoever did me a favor
And this is not a message asking you to go and cater for me
But if you see me go Will & Jada
Make that prayer for me
Yeah, my vision clear
But images aren't as they appear
I'm wishing the best for all my peers, hmm
I'm wishing success for all my peers
But at the end of the day
All of this shit is competition
So if it's a debate of who is and who isn't
I'm not Jermaine Cole
Heater in my hand, I'm not afraid to aim low
I'm cut from a different type of cloth, they don't sew
I'm the real deal, all of y'all is rose gold
The weight just won't add up, no matter how you cope
That's a size ten and a half on your throat
Pass me the rock, I won't choke
To say I'm naturally gifted would be cap
I just stayed out the way and kept my ass in the lab
Until that three-point shot wasn't a brick, but a splash
Same way I treat these fucking flows that I keep in my bag
Motherfucker
The duffel heavy now
I got the kill shot in sight and it's steady now
If this is scary hours
Then it's Jason Freddy now
I love to keep it respectful, let me keep it petty now
Hands down, I clear anyone else around me
It was the seventh day when they went and found me
I'm a city boy, I ain't no fucking townie
You motherfuckers, A.I generated Marcus Brownle
And you can never hold a flame to what I house deep inside me
It's a fucking nine tails without rails
Believe it when I say I'll bleed anybody
On God, I'll be somebody
And no, I don't care how you feel
Cause this time it's real
And this ain't music for no IG reels
This that shit that's timeless
I ain't worried about no comments
I'm just worried about my peace of mind
I promise you these peaceful times, you better keep your ass in line
Credits
Writer(s): Alejandro Gomez
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