Sy Ari Da Kid, Slim Dunkin, Coach Ricky J - Freedom of Speech lyrics
[Sy Ari Da Kid, Slim Dunkin, Coach Ricky J - Freedom of Speech lyrics]
I'm like fuck the world, freedom of speech
See I could never lie, this is me on the beat
And fuck beef
Niggas sweet like Cream of Wheat
And since I got them new J's
I ain't seen my feet
To the grave, I'm a problem
Bitch how come I can't rap about top
When I came from the bottom
Steady on the road with them
Out of town bitches we scissors
Who knows if they cheating on they niggas
Shut the fuck up, who told you to vouch?
You niggas chilling so much I
Might throw you a couch
You niggas bitching so much I
Might throw you a blouse
How you from the realest state but
Can't show us a house?
I need a lady in the streets
But a hoe in the house
White girl, freaked out
Let me go in her mouth
How come I can see the
World with a blindfold nigga
And I can see the future with my eyes closed
Nigga
Uhh, fuck the world, freedom of speech
I can never lie, this me on the beat
These fucks sleeping on me
Like a comforter sheet
Bitch I'm grade A product
Straight drop in the streets
Drop the blow in the water
Save them cookies and quarters 24
8, I'm open, I'm taking everyones order
The economy fucked they wonder
Why I be trapping this my family starving
Thats why I'm taxing and charging
Tried to prove I'm a bad boy
And no we no more ain't no Kid, no Slim
Just this hard where I bargain
Click-Clack spray at your organ
Put your face on the carton
Boy this bong with this kush in it
Got my high as a Martian
If you need it, I got it
Just take a trip out to the car
Just make sure you lock yours
Cause they jack and they rob
I got too many felonies tryna
Stay out the block
Tryna stack up this money
And reinvest it all, ohhh
Fuck the world, freedom of speech
And I could never lie
It's Slim D on the beat
While you wifing that bitch
I'm G'ing the freak
Fuck them more than one time, three in a week
On Movado, drinking on Mescotto
Play it everyday, bet you never hit the lotto
Tech in the whip, 45 in the house
Betta watch what you say
Like your eyes in your mouth
Born in the Midwest, reside in the South
Leave your body in the trash
Oscar the Grouch
You Blooding or you Cripping
Fuck you niggas sipping
Bartender you ain't getting nothing
I ain't tipping bitches wanna ride with me
Niggas that'll die for me
Something like Kane, Menace I I Society
I think I'm Neno, New Jack (what else)
You niggas sweet, fruit snacks
I'm like fuck the world freedom of speech
I could never lie this is me on the beat
Fuck the world freedom of speech
See I could never lie this is me on the beat
See I could never lie, this is me on the beat
And fuck beef
Niggas sweet like Cream of Wheat
And since I got them new J's
I ain't seen my feet
To the grave, I'm a problem
Bitch how come I can't rap about top
When I came from the bottom
Steady on the road with them
Out of town bitches we scissors
Who knows if they cheating on they niggas
Shut the fuck up, who told you to vouch?
You niggas chilling so much I
Might throw you a couch
You niggas bitching so much I
Might throw you a blouse
How you from the realest state but
Can't show us a house?
I need a lady in the streets
But a hoe in the house
White girl, freaked out
Let me go in her mouth
How come I can see the
World with a blindfold nigga
And I can see the future with my eyes closed
Nigga
Uhh, fuck the world, freedom of speech
I can never lie, this me on the beat
These fucks sleeping on me
Like a comforter sheet
Bitch I'm grade A product
Straight drop in the streets
Drop the blow in the water
Save them cookies and quarters 24
8, I'm open, I'm taking everyones order
The economy fucked they wonder
Why I be trapping this my family starving
Thats why I'm taxing and charging
Tried to prove I'm a bad boy
And no we no more ain't no Kid, no Slim
Just this hard where I bargain
Click-Clack spray at your organ
Put your face on the carton
Boy this bong with this kush in it
Got my high as a Martian
If you need it, I got it
Just take a trip out to the car
Just make sure you lock yours
Cause they jack and they rob
I got too many felonies tryna
Stay out the block
Tryna stack up this money
And reinvest it all, ohhh
Fuck the world, freedom of speech
And I could never lie
It's Slim D on the beat
While you wifing that bitch
I'm G'ing the freak
Fuck them more than one time, three in a week
On Movado, drinking on Mescotto
Play it everyday, bet you never hit the lotto
Tech in the whip, 45 in the house
Betta watch what you say
Like your eyes in your mouth
Born in the Midwest, reside in the South
Leave your body in the trash
Oscar the Grouch
You Blooding or you Cripping
Fuck you niggas sipping
Bartender you ain't getting nothing
I ain't tipping bitches wanna ride with me
Niggas that'll die for me
Something like Kane, Menace I I Society
I think I'm Neno, New Jack (what else)
You niggas sweet, fruit snacks
I'm like fuck the world freedom of speech
I could never lie this is me on the beat
Fuck the world freedom of speech
See I could never lie this is me on the beat