Sitting on a tree, because we were so free
They giving pounds and that before get the money
Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god
Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot
Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win
Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving
Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck
Just got off a breakup, man that shit's a jaded shakeup/
Now i'm free, being a stick up kid is my reality
Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money
Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town
Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around
Where i free the people from being a colony
They gon keep on watching, give em something to see
I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and
Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened
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