Freedom
We got kids killin' kids
Fuckin' up they freedom
He told me you was his big homie
Then why you ain't go lead him
I put Mississippi on my back
But yet they still don't believe me
My 18th birthday around the corner
I just pray I'm still breathin
I wonder if the money gone
Would they still ever need me
Lil' masso need to hang it up
And that's what really got me heated
Because I got myself
And not nobody else
You think when I first started rappin
I had asked for help
Mane you got me mistaken
I had to go and go chase it
I had some thoughts about the military
Yet I'm still debatin
Like, should I go to college
Or should I chase my dreams
Do what my mama want
Or should I feed my team
Now, if I really blow
Would they make me a meme
Is he gon' sell a his soul
Just to go rock supreme
They so focused on what I'm doin
Meanwhile, they bitch-whoin
Real G's move in' silence
That shit got me tip-toin
Diamonds all on my neck
In summertime, it's still snowing
No lames in the set
So when we outside, they'll still blow it
Me and mine, we gettin' to it
Can't worry what a bitch doin
I got addicted to cash
I ain't never been drug usin
Masso gon' fuck up the bag
I bounce back and I'm still movin
Bitches be goin' out sad
Like a bounce pass, I'm still hoopin
You ain't check on me then, don't check on me now
Stick to myself, don't fit in with crowds
NFL, I been changin' my routes
Really gettin' money? Check my account
Sellin' they soul, they do it for clout
You either gon' trap or fuck with the scouts
Had you a shot, but then passed it out
Wanna be heard, but don't open your mouth
Flock with the birds, yeah, we from the south
Come from the dirt, but don't see a drought
Just like a hose, they airin' it out
Flip you a pack, then flip you a house
If they leach it, don't keep him around
Just like a picture, I'm back on the mound
Swim with the sharks, I couldn't drown
Switch my flow, I got a new sound
We got kids killin' kids
Fuckin' up, they freedom
He told me you was his big homie
Then why you ain't go lead him
I put Mississippi on my back
But yet they still don't believe me
My 18th birthday around the corner
I just pray I'm still breathin
Fuckin' up they freedom
He told me you was his big homie
Then why you ain't go lead him
I put Mississippi on my back
But yet they still don't believe me
My 18th birthday around the corner
I just pray I'm still breathin
I wonder if the money gone
Would they still ever need me
Lil' masso need to hang it up
And that's what really got me heated
Because I got myself
And not nobody else
You think when I first started rappin
I had asked for help
Mane you got me mistaken
I had to go and go chase it
I had some thoughts about the military
Yet I'm still debatin
Like, should I go to college
Or should I chase my dreams
Do what my mama want
Or should I feed my team
Now, if I really blow
Would they make me a meme
Is he gon' sell a his soul
Just to go rock supreme
They so focused on what I'm doin
Meanwhile, they bitch-whoin
Real G's move in' silence
That shit got me tip-toin
Diamonds all on my neck
In summertime, it's still snowing
No lames in the set
So when we outside, they'll still blow it
Me and mine, we gettin' to it
Can't worry what a bitch doin
I got addicted to cash
I ain't never been drug usin
Masso gon' fuck up the bag
I bounce back and I'm still movin
Bitches be goin' out sad
Like a bounce pass, I'm still hoopin
You ain't check on me then, don't check on me now
Stick to myself, don't fit in with crowds
NFL, I been changin' my routes
Really gettin' money? Check my account
Sellin' they soul, they do it for clout
You either gon' trap or fuck with the scouts
Had you a shot, but then passed it out
Wanna be heard, but don't open your mouth
Flock with the birds, yeah, we from the south
Come from the dirt, but don't see a drought
Just like a hose, they airin' it out
Flip you a pack, then flip you a house
If they leach it, don't keep him around
Just like a picture, I'm back on the mound
Swim with the sharks, I couldn't drown
Switch my flow, I got a new sound
We got kids killin' kids
Fuckin' up, they freedom
He told me you was his big homie
Then why you ain't go lead him
I put Mississippi on my back
But yet they still don't believe me
My 18th birthday around the corner
I just pray I'm still breathin
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