Mr. Rice - Independence!

Independence (Freedom)
I don't like having a boss
I have to seek permission

Giving time you haven't lived is a reckless decision
I'm getting sicker by the days while I'm on this prescription

Should've believed my momma
When she said boy you just different

Who matching my energy in this different dimension
You raised your hand I said who matching not give your opinion

What God gave me understand that I'll die to defend it
By default my circle small cause they easily offended

No time tryna debate cause you all in your feelings
I'm tryna stack these dead guys till they hit the ceiling

I'm much alive these dead guys provide a lot of living
I'm tryna be a hitman in a couple Benzes

Like Jay in that Rolls Royce doing kingdom business
I had some Lamborghini dreams with me and my misses

Then had some private jet vibes for all of our children
And then I fucking woke up and decided to get it

Don't tell me shit if you ain't cried because you felt imprisoned
Don't try to lie and say I'm free you know that God listening

Every bar replaces shackles with a deeper vision
Every tear watered the soil and changed my position

And if we didn't have these masks then you'd see my grimace
All this frustration and pain from recent events

Unleashed a beast inside of me that you're dying to witness
As God as my witness (I'm coming)

I'm no longer staying silent for another's interest
And Rice has never sold out you just ain't get a ticket

I watched these people sell their soul for some lesser business
Where I'm from you sold your soul you catching two for flenching

We Tank Davis with the hands what the fuck is clenching
You man up or bitch out cause we don't straddle fences

They said what I'm looking for in life don't come with pensions
Im so close in the game like it's 4th and inches

He coming off the benches
Oh yea he out the trenches

Where the wounds heal on their own
And you don't need the stitches

Ain't no circumventing
Crushing all defenses
We leave em all defenseless
We don't abort the mission

They don't use the room effectively
And they're proud of it
All that space in the kitchen that's why their counters fit

These pots still on the stove from their past accomplishments
And they can't plot their next meal when the itis hit

I'm realer
(Im realer)

Too much space in the kitchen that's why their counters fit
How you gon' plot your next meal when that itis hit

Welcome to Supreme Victory

Don't get me wrong I came from the hood
But ain't nothing about me slack
Ain't nothing about me say poor
Ain't nothing about me say broke

Been rich on mine
We just tryna stay rich (Yea)

That wealth lies inside
Supreme Victory

Written by:
Matthew Rice

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