WeedJunky - Freedom

I guess niggas don’t use their brain cuz its free to be dumb
They Easily could carry guns and squeeze em freely and run
My brothers been locked down for so long i know that freedom gon come
My pockets wasn’t cheesy nigga i was greasy for lunch
In a pack of wolves you gotta watch out for the greediest one
Wasn’t nobody tryna feel me they was leaving me numb
Not pleading my case
I knew i wasn’t weak i was young
Don’t eat in my face
Cuz as soon as you blink i leave crumbs
Damn
My heart beat go with the beat and the drums yea
Your thoughts weak you competing with bums
Ain’t got no hate in my heart but i got weed in my lungs
Microphone to replace my brain thats why i’m flowing so dumb
Im over their head and under their feet
That means they cant make moves or understand the shit i speak
But the shit be so self explanatory to me
When i’m cooking up like dexter get out laboratory dede
My niggas fighting for their freedom
I got charges i can’t see them
From the AM to the PM gotta watch em gotta peep em
They ain’t gon be there when you need em
Ohhhhh i’ve been tryna live my life right
But i got niggas in the can having knife fights
Fucked up bout my mans cuz commissary low and bread tight
No heart no love no emotions like a dead guy
Fresh out the grave site
Now i see daylight
Bitch i need three milli a season i’m like jay wright
These niggas so quick to put on a show but they got stage fright
When the beef get to busting thats the only time you ever take flight
Black choppa screaming black thunder nigga i ain’t Shane white
They on that plain white i’m just the Mary Jane type
So many punch lines nigga i could have a gang fight
My gang tight i can’t complain i live an insane life
Why we cant get bread like y’all i thought we had the same rights
They throw us in a hole snd then forget about us
Hacking me up for marijuana
Bitch don’t you got bigger problems?
School shooters crackers wilding
Really out here touching toddlers
Im sick of all this baller blocking i hope you get the corona virus
These rappers cant spit a bar without ending up behind them
I swear i got this far by just being honest
I’m making a promise i ain’t misleading the minors
But mother fuck your honor
My niggas fighting for their freedom
I got charges i can’t see them
From the AM to the PM gotta watch em gotta peep em
They ain’t gon be there when you need em
Ohhhhh i’ve been tryna live my life right
But i got niggas in the can having knife fights
Fucked up bout my mans cuz commissary low and bread tight
No heart no love no emotions like a dead guy

Written by:
Christopher Payton

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