Free Will ft. Imani Kamille
V1: big knot, aura glow, used to flicker, pick a bic up..
Light 2 k’s out a mothafucking zipper, always miss my
Brothers and my sister
Po po, said I got skin like a felon
The mo mo
Packed, I’m in the parking lot fucking
Goose or the don
I ain’t doing no ducking
What real gwan on, when you hustling
And struggling
Bubbling
Niggas tryna make you pay for life
Take ya homie life
Walk around the homeless
With the ice
Out of mind, out of sight
Even if material
I can sleep next to you
And be in another world
Put you in my arms
And you wouldn’t read my psalms
Didn’t think I would catch wind
In my palms
Like I’m fucking hand drawn
Keep ya mothafucking hands off
Free game for me young sistas
Ain’t nobody gone love like you
Not even ya own mother
Not even ya own brother
Not even ya own color
Not even ya own sista
I slide like butta in the heat
Walking in the dark
Bus stop with the scum
If the time ain’t now
Then it ain’t gone come
If you ain’t riding now
Then you ain’t going
Hook: I wake up like
What do I wanna do ?
Time and corners bend
Free will gotta sin
We got us in
I wake up like
What do I wanna do
Time and corners bend
Free will gotta sin
This for the win
V2: why you turned down on the solo
And loud where everybody know you
This ain’t overnight
I can’t show you
In a couple of years
I won’t know you
Been a few years
I ain’t know you
I was lost in self
That’s what self do
Think I’m preaching when I’m vocal
And ya natty loc
Lock like goku’s
I love my crack babies
Out the dope spot
When we make it
The money like 8 dope spots
My brother on the run
I’m running low on funds
My mama hate herself
And who suppose to be the outcome
Pure nigga, no mutt, no filter, concentrated like
Cam Newton celebrating
Rather face death
Fore I face castration
The unseen hand get
Nailed to my pages
Blood on the paper
Blood for the paper
I was 40 stories up in a New York skyscraper
Getting faded like a taper
Just making moves
Tryna get a 100 large
Cuz the crack made us sleep
In the back yard
Must’ve been good shit
Came back hard
More blacker, every chapter
Stages, layers, levels, demons, devils, sitting at the table
I’m on a fast
But will it last
Hook: I wake up like
What do I wanna do ?
Time and corners bend
Free will gotta sin
We got us in
I wake up like
What do I wanna do
Time and corners bend
Free will gotta sin
This for the win
Free Will was written by Robert F. Palmer.
Free Will was produced by Beatnick Dee.