Fashawn - Freedom lyrics
[Fashawn - Freedom lyrics]
"Livin' my life, expressin' my liberty
It gotta be done properly" "done properly"
My patterns is unmatched
I leave MC's hunchbacked with one rap
Guaranteed no comeback
I run laps around 'em, roll like Dunlap tires
Made a lot of niggas retire, I be ya highness
Sucka MC's might as well call me a sire
Just shootin' the breeze
Fuck a plane, I take you higher
This is rap for my niggas that pack
Push packs to the citizens
Fakin' no jax and we militant
Straight up out the trenches
Young black and gifted
Slung sacks ridiculous, done that
You kiddin'?
160, but with a pen, I feel brolic
I can still knowledge
Bang out hit's like Phil Collins
Duck tail with the Starter cap
Way before the rap i was pullin' ho's
Kickin' verses off the dome
Now I'm movin' up, I can't even front
Should be in the pen for all
The shit I done did but, I'm livin' my life
Yeah, you are now about the witness
The strength of street knowledge
Give it to 'em
Knowledge increase it, college enroll
Captivity, leave it, keep dreamin', goals
Power, money, spend it with control
God, life, mind, body and soul
Reach one, teach one, young to the old
History's a mystery and lies were sold
Poverty, reality, luxury homes
Bentley, Ferrari, Jaguar, Rolls
Royce's, racism, royalty, gold
Conflict diamonds, the world is cold
Niggas, bitches, freedom, senses
CPS infants, the future, the children
Addiction, supplements, hustlin', pimpin'
Fame, jealousy, pain, redemption
Politics, bullshit, ignorant content
Conscious nonsense, the mind is complex
Progress, the president, the people
The projects
Progress, the president, the people
The projects
It gotta be done properly" "done properly"
My patterns is unmatched
I leave MC's hunchbacked with one rap
Guaranteed no comeback
I run laps around 'em, roll like Dunlap tires
Made a lot of niggas retire, I be ya highness
Sucka MC's might as well call me a sire
Just shootin' the breeze
Fuck a plane, I take you higher
This is rap for my niggas that pack
Push packs to the citizens
Fakin' no jax and we militant
Straight up out the trenches
Young black and gifted
Slung sacks ridiculous, done that
You kiddin'?
160, but with a pen, I feel brolic
I can still knowledge
Bang out hit's like Phil Collins
Duck tail with the Starter cap
Way before the rap i was pullin' ho's
Kickin' verses off the dome
Now I'm movin' up, I can't even front
Should be in the pen for all
The shit I done did but, I'm livin' my life
Yeah, you are now about the witness
The strength of street knowledge
Give it to 'em
Knowledge increase it, college enroll
Captivity, leave it, keep dreamin', goals
Power, money, spend it with control
God, life, mind, body and soul
Reach one, teach one, young to the old
History's a mystery and lies were sold
Poverty, reality, luxury homes
Bentley, Ferrari, Jaguar, Rolls
Royce's, racism, royalty, gold
Conflict diamonds, the world is cold
Niggas, bitches, freedom, senses
CPS infants, the future, the children
Addiction, supplements, hustlin', pimpin'
Fame, jealousy, pain, redemption
Politics, bullshit, ignorant content
Conscious nonsense, the mind is complex
Progress, the president, the people
The projects
Progress, the president, the people
The projects