World Be Free - Auction Off My Notebook

Ok
Shig you got this shit sounding real pure champ
Yeah, let me do what I do
Check
You never heard a rapper come this real
I should auction off my notebook for a 100 'mill
Independent, I don't really want the deal
See, this artistic freedom give you something you can feel
They popping shots, they popping pills
Like this shit pop culture, they ready to catch a kill
From down the way to up the hill
From down the way
How you? I'm out the way
That's a OG's response nowadays
Niggas ain't even tryna come out and play
All I'm tryna do is catch power plays
If I pull up fashionably, I'm at least two hours late
I ain't really in the mix, 'less my engineer ask me how it hits
Trapper Dan, I be really slinging fits
Gimme six and I'll hook you up some shit nobody in
On my kids, imma touch a couple million off this drip, uhn
I'm talking trap, she talking trip
We did both, but I bought a pack couldn't take no pics
I'm in both, tryna go legal, but I got licks
And it take money to make money, make it make sense
I'm in transition, my hands itching, few mans in prison
I'm like fam listen, when you come home, just handle business
Town too small for kingpins, these bitches talk too much
And most these niggas gon' tell for a lighter sentence
You never heard a rapper come this real
I should auction off my notebook for a 100 'mill
Independent, I don't really want the deal
See, this artistic freedom give you something you can feel
They popping shots, they popping pills
Like this shit pop culture, they ready to catch a kill
From down the way to up the hill
From down the way
Feeling like I been through it all, and here come more shit
At war with niggas I put on, the divorce shit
Problems from the corner still follow you when you corporate
Never forfeit, the world gotta stay in orbit
Speak life despite shit feeling so morbid
These ain't Nikes, but I still walk with the forces
While dirty pigs break the same laws they enforcing
Murder kids and they be getting off with a warning
That's the reality we was born in
Pain turn to champagne
Went from poor, to pouring champagne in front of the store when it get boring
Free the real rights, and Rest In Peace to the lost ones
I got no other choice but to boss up
It's have or have nots, you either got it or call us
This rap shit on lock, I'm learning other crafts
Got me out in Las Vegas, I been burning through a bag
You never heard a rapper come this real
I should auction off my notebook for a 100 'mill
Independent, I don't really want the deal
See, this artistic freedom give you something you can feel
They popping shots, they popping pills
Like this shit pop culture, they ready to catch a kill
From down the way to up the hill
From down the way

Written by:
Brian Freeland

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