Freedom Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm a young nigga tryna come up
Remember them days I was fucked up
I ain't have shit, but a couple bucks and a couple fits
I wasn't on nothin till I bought a gun and I started poking niggas
I was smoking weed and smoking niggas
Wish a nigga would come confront a nigga
I was starting shit with a bunch of niggas
I turned savage too quick a lot of niggas said I wasn't on shit
Shot my first gun at this old head niggas knew then I wasn't no bitch
Me and my friends had this lil clique
Cream Team had the hoes on our dick
Shaking that shit up in the school hallways
Dropping L's all in our pics
Wasn't so quick to ball up my fist, cause I kept a gun I was too slick
Tryna put a nigga on a news flick, try a nigga bet he wasn't gone do shit
I was still showing up to my classes
I wasn't never dumb I was still passing that's how I pulled a lot of my hoes
They was all asking me for the answers but I tweaked, cause I start bailing out
Cause the block was banging I was selling out
Showing up to school with a uzi on me
I felt like the man I had hella clout
Once I got snaked by a couple niggas, so I stopped hanging with a bunch of niggas
Felt like I was running out of luck with niggas
Momma always told me not to fuck with niggas
But you'll always catch me with a couple niggas
With a couple guns that got double triggers
Swear we not for none TFG them niggas
PBG them niggas
Nigga we them niggas
Want to see my niggas in the afterlife
R.I.P my niggas
Bring them back tonight
All this money on me I'll sacrifice just to see my homies
Then come back to life

[Pre-Hook x2]
I don't know a lot of real niggas
But I know a whole lot of fake niggas
She can suck my dick but I won't cake with her
Take a nigga out like I'm dating with him

[Verse 2]
I ain't never flexed bout shit I said
I don't really regret shit that I did I am who I am it is what is is
I'll still pop a nigga like a quiz
I'm going to be the same nigga till i'm dead
I won't even change if I had kids but I bet they going to know who they dad is
With they bad ass in they ad-libs (Heh!)
They told me real recognize real I don't recognize a lot of motherfuckers
I know niggas know and bitches know I ain't got to lie to motherfuckers
If you thinking I ain't going to blow this bitch then gone and try me motherfucker
Cause these green hollows put a nigga insides on the outside of motherfuckers
Shut the fuck up I'm tired of motherfuckers
Heater on me I'll fry a motherfucker
Gucci, Louie, Prada, Ferragamo only rock the hottest in designer motherfucker
I don't know why you fronting your move
Flexing like you going to sign a motherfucker 360 deal for a half a mill
I just smiled and declined that motherfucker
Now days ain't nobody trying to throw hands no more
If you ain't got a gun on you ain't nobody trying to hear what you saying no more
And if you ever run on me we ain't homies
Better not catch you in the land no more
Lord forgive me all the crazy shit I did I don't want to see that can no more
Shit changed I don't understand no more
We the gang thought you was my man's though bro
Lot of homies turn phony niggas I wouldn't shake they hand no more
Still this war shit ain't stopping lot of bodies dropping
My niggas ain't playing no more
You sneak dissing what you saying though bro
Cause you can get it too and yo bro
Fuck is wrong with you
Know you better ask somebody nigga
Fuck around and catch me a body nigga
I done been shot at by a couple bitch niggas so I don't put it pass nobody nigga
Still got niggas on Flamie nigga and they'll catch a body for me
Put a lil cash on your head but if they want you dead
They'll take care that body for free (Heh!)
Lot of niggas say that they fuck with me
They don't really fuck with me (Heh!)
Lot of bitches say that they fucking me they ain't really fucking me (Heh!)
This 40 I'm clutching it's stuck on me
It would be legal if this shit was up to me
They like what's up lil homie you don't fuck with me
I don't even know you why you saying what's up to me

[Hook x2]
The same niggas trying to get tough with me
You still be pussy remember you grew up with me
She know I cheated she know I be fucking her friend
But she she saying she swear that she can't get enough of me (Thottie!)

Freedom Q&A

Who wrote Freedom's ?

Freedom was written by Young Pappy.

When did Young Pappy release Freedom?

Young Pappy released Freedom on Sun May 10 2015.

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