freedom goer

Place that fuckin' blade, on my motherfuckin' bag bitch

Walking through your city, count the check I paint the towns shit

Now I got my motherfuckin' hand, I raise a band quick

Get my fuckin' K, I dump that choppa at your mans, bitch

What the fuck you wanna do? Talk about Mr. Oh Who?

I just want bands please don't complicate shit like my fruit

Me and my niggas just livin' on soup

Ay, where your fuckin' mask at?

I paint the image of my lyrics comin' black cat to ace my limit, ayy

Sippin' on gatorade, I just wanna put all this pain away

But they say all of my chains is fake, all of this shit I just write is just plain

I cannot focus on lyrics or nothing that give off a negativity reduction