Tywan Bell & MadeInTaiwon - F.M.D

What's a silver spoon to a young nigga?
'Cause the passion came first before the millions
While he sitting at his laptop everyday
With a pen pressed to the page as he's working on a beat at the same time
He had to focus on his music and his rhymes
That's how he passed time
As he played the field during halftime
Staying 20 steps ahead was always on his mind
Now they see the outcome and let me mention
Why his critics hate to see a Young Black King winning
Then he say, "Y'all can free my dick and get up out my face
But before you go, just know I'm hear to fucking stay"
He put his soul in and showed his dedication
Defied the laws of gravity with his own creation
And if you don't understand, here's a translation
No sugarcoating or annotating, listen close my Negus
Get off my dick
Can you free my dick?
Like let's keep real, I only got a question
Can you free my dick?
So get off my dick
Like can you free my dick?
Like let's keep it real, I only got a question
Can you free my dick?
Not being cocky, but I'm feeling like I'm chosen
'Cause I'm only getting started, but I hear mad commotion
I'm also still in focus on the bigger scenery
As I build the foundation with my soul and my devotion, so
Can I keep it real like a day one?
Please don't play me like I'm just another nigga, I repeat
'Cause in my city you gotta keep some protection
Some will tote a .45 and some will have a choppa, and that's real
'Cause people pocket watching in the distance
Waiting for the right moment, pole near their kidneys
So keep your circle tight and always watch your back then keep it mutual
Privacy is key, 'Cause my city can be so cruel
As I fall back and had to check me a bag
I had to put in overtime and had to believe
When people doubted my potential
But now they talking pure shit and I can guarantee
Wait, they see the change and the evolution
Never went to college or a institution filled with students
So instead I taught myself and found my passion
It wasn't meant for me to go to class and feel stupid
No shady lines, I'm just being honest with myself
I always struggled in class and rarely had help
As the teach preach the lectures, I was always dreaming on becoming my own Architecture in my music
No illusion, but exclusive and very lucid
Yet elucid for ya pupils makes it so confusing
I got the world on my back and carry no excuses
That's being human, but these words can be therapeutic
So I speak my words very fluent
As I cut the bullshit and just keep it moving
Turned my failures to success and just keep improving
'Cause I seen success in my failures and I can prove it
Now I'm talking to a crowd filled with mosh pits
As I drop the 808, I make the ground shift
No jewelry on me and I'm fresher than a peppermint
And for all my critics, this is what I got to say to y'all
Get off my dick
Can you free my dick?
Like let's keep real, I only got a question
Can you free my dick?
So get off my dick
Can you free my dick?
Like let's get it real, I only got a question
Can you free my dick?

Written by:
Tywan Bell

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