Shaolin Sam - For the Free

None of this shit for the free
We can not link for the free
Who got the keys to the streets
Open that shit up for me
Please get the fuck off my throne
That shit is fit for a king
All of y'all niggas was sleep
That shit gonna cost you a fee

Save me a seat in the back
The front hear a gun shot and jump like a jack
Kangaroo bitches jump all on my gat cause you niggas is lame and they tired of that
Test me this shit will get scary cause I'm not a dike but I'll pull out the strap
Empty the clip in ya back once I run out of ammo I'm gone; I'll be back
I hit a lick for 10 racks
I swear that I never trapped
Who got loud pack
Turn that shit up to the max
You cant dap me if you smoking blacks
Fuck out my face fore I black
They thinking I'm mad cause I'm black
Nah bitch I'm proud to be black
Cant keep them chains on me
Young nigga always be free
I know what y'all thinking
"He's weak. This shit is finna be breeze"
Well pussy I'm finna motion to get your ass ashed like a blunt I'm not joking
Not applying lotion
Y'all seemed to be focused
But nothing is what it seems like Saosin
Hold up in a minute
Ima let you finish
Im not finished
Ima keep on going til you niggas know that I'm the greatest mother fucker living
So I charge for appearance
See you 6'9" rappers couldn't ever reach my clearance
G shit I'm the goat tho
Some fishy shit going on; its a boat load
And you pussy niggas reek hold my nose so
I cant smell you when I'm eating all you bozos
Im sick of being broke yo

None of this shit for the free
We can not link for the free
Who got the keys to the streets
Open that shit up for me
Please get the fuck off my throne
That shit is fit for a king
All of y'all niggas was sleep
That shit gonna cost you a fee
None of this shit for the free
We can not link for the free
Who got the keys to the streets
Open that shit up for me
Please get the fuck off my throne
That shit is fit for a king
All of y'all niggas was sleep
That shit gonna cost you a fee

This is just exercise
Said I want all the smoke so I'm extra high
That means I want beef and some extra fries
You niggas is sweeter than apple pie
I ain't letting for a second
Put the the petal to metal
Foot napping on the gas
Brakes hitting falsetto
Born and raised out the the ghetto
Never seen a rose petal
All I know is lilies
Buncha death in my city
I know plenty morticians
Now you missing thats commission
Help family fuck the system
Help family fuck the system
Preacher praying family crying damn it man we miss you
Ya parents there so you know I kiss em
Comfort them and tell em you don't listen
I told you that the kid was on a mission
Tried me so I had to make decisions
I thought you were the realest one kicking
Then you started twitching
Cant forgive that
Click clack
Push his wig back
Shots to the face on green
We dont miss that
Freddy Kruger killing shit and conquering my dreams
Wondering why the FUCK people sleeping on my team
Wondering why the FUCK yall let these fuck boys breathe
Smoke em out apply pressure have em splitting at the seam
Thats the only way find out if they faking fuck you mean
Thats the only way find out if they faking fuck you mean
We are not one in the same
We are not one in the same
I said this the last time I guess y'all wont get it until I take over the game
We are not one in the same
We are not one in the same
Get the fuck out of my face
Cause my time is worth millions
No time for the lames

None of this shit for the free
We can not link for the free
Who got the keys to the streets
Open that shit up for me
Please get the fuck off my throne
That shit is fit for a king
All of y'all niggas was sleep
That shit gonna cost you a fee
None of this shit for the free
We can not link for the free
Who got the keys to the streets
Open that shit up for me
Please get the fuck off my throne
That shit is fit for a king
All of y'all niggas was sleep
That shit gonna cost you a fee

Written by:
Samuel Palmer

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