Ben Grant & N Game - Be Free

Yo
Rid on my minutes
I rip to the bone
Throwing rocks at my vision but nobody home
I ain't been independent from bitches to bongs
In a delicate flow think it's better I
Going ghost with the bone squadron
Overthrow with that holy smoke like the bowl got him
Bears to poke so my nose plotting
Artichoke like the hoes stopping
Martyr goals not a bold option
Just my soul rocking
From the hole watching
But they broke broke in they own department
God don't get me started
So cold to the whole hearted
Overwritten on my soul harvest
That's a no no if you no artist
Give that old scope like I don't carve it
Shit
Play with my name if you want
Can't fuck with the ways that I talk
Don't run up your brain with the box
It's a long time better take it with you
This shit is lethal
You don't know who sent you
They coming in pieces just rock with the missiles
And hope that I'm reaching all thing essential
Surviving the fittest to fall with the weather
All in the name of the better
Flaunt on the rain from the blender
Pause I ain't finished yet
From ambitions to introspection
No sweat I rinse on the brink of death
Get a quickie off the intellect
Life a bitch I ain't in it yet
Write this quick fix as my testament
But run it back cause I got a couple missing steps shit
But now you know
Sometimes it feel like I lose my soul
But that's just how you grow old
Or maybe just how to grow
Now you know
Sometimes it feel like I lose my soul
But that's just how you grow old
Or maybe just how to grow
Maybe we'll never know
Let go bitch
Young morrie like a wave in the ocean
One story splitting into many
When shit feel oddly repetitive then you know that I'm golden
Let the beat feel broken
Fuck your emotions untouched devotion
I ain't fucking woke man
I just love the scripture until I think I own it
Ain't no picture perfect just adapt to omens
A couple blisters get you out the forest
Stop eating dinner man that shit is stolen
Get you through the winter cause my sentence colder
One hundred proof how we winning
Overthrowing some boulders
With loads on the shoulders
Ten toes in the dirt
With the B G in the back with the soda
Team in a coma
About to be free-er than your teeth when it's over
About to come back with the flows
I don't need the free smoke
Cause I chief on my own
Three piece and I'm gone
Three weeks it's a song
Needed me all along
Shit the fees from the weak in the cause
Had the space all along
Spit the verse like a dog
Shit I got to be the best right
Ain't fucking honest like a fleshlight
Plain white pockets never mesh nice
Plain white pockets never mesh nice
Rolling up the clips get my head right
But now you know
Sometimes it feel like I lose my soul
But that's just how you grow old
Or maybe just how to grow
Now you know
Sometimes it feel like I lose my soul
But that's just how you grow old
Or maybe just how to grow
Maybe we'll never know

Written by:
Noah Youman

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