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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chillinit
Chillinit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blake Turnell
Blake Turnell
Composer
Jee Jah
Jee Jah
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LCS
LCS
Producer
Mickey Kojak
Mickey Kojak
Mixing Engineer
Adam McElnea
Adam McElnea
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

Freedom I just wanna get rich for my brothers in the six motherfucker this is Freedom I just do it for the world I just do it for my girl look baby this is Freedom I just do it for my fam I'm just trying to be the man god damn this is Freedom Say god damn this is freedom I'm just trying to make classics I'm feeling no stress The money does mathematics like I was Mos Def And how the fuck is he rapping and still be so blessed Oh yes brudda I'm Summer Jam and I'm So Fresh I spent forever on irrelevant times And wasted too many seconds on the stress in my mind I never reply cos wack rappers sellin you lies And I be getting money like I'm Jerry Maguire But I Woke up and let the sun in my eyes What can I say bruh I'm loving my life Thinking back to my brother that died I know my Mum still suffers inside And walks around like there's something to hide But I Live life, get money Give a fuck about the law keep ya bread coming Hit the Pharcyde up until we get Runnin' Ah shit I hear the feds coming Tell them this is Freedom I just wanna get rich for my brothers in the six motherfucker this is Freedom I just do it for the world I just do it for my girl look baby this is Freedom I just do it for my fam I'm just trying to be the man god damn this is Freedom Say god damn this is freedom yeah I'm never caught when I'm passin those coppers I'm tricky with the ball I'm the Harlem Globetrotters They be signed like the cards in your wallet But the moneys all mine theres no halving my profits uhh Went crazy and flirted with death once Now I'm trying to be the boss And I worked til the bread jumped Fresh cunt no major or turning for head fucks And no money that I make has a thirty percent cut (get fucked) And now I gots to focus I made her bend her back like scoliosis Listen to me I don't got emotions Locked them in the basement getting wasted with the lost and hopeless Everybody ride my wave when it's suiten em And now they're smoking on the base and the Sudafed And now I'm using fake names with a pseudonym When I be on a flight I'm Blake James coz the buddhas lit I stay focussed, brudda I stay focussed 420 when I drop on the beat Stay smoking Used to rock a fella for weed I Jay Hov him Now I'm trying to get a classic and free like Beethoven I'm all black with the Chucks I'm in the back of the truck Balaclava and a packet of bud No lights on, no license I'm trying to dodge the jacks on the run Here they come I'm just a passionate cunt Got a monster next to under my bed like I'm Chris Griffin All you bruddas bad liars, chase pussy like Quagmire But the pussy comes to me coz I'm sitting on six figures (ugh) 420 I spit a verse and I chew the beat I fucked your bitch and got chicken burgers on Uber Eats On her account I'm hitting herb moving weed Free my brother from the can like tuna meat Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom I just wanna get rich for my brothers in the six motherfucker this is Freedom I just do it for the world I just do it for my girl look baby this is Freedom I just do it for my fam I'm just trying to be the man god damn this is Freedom Say god damn this is freedom yeah Freedom I just wanna get rich for my brothers in the six motherfucker this is Freedom I just do it for the world I just do it for my girl look baby this is Freedom I just do it for my fam I'm just trying to be the man god damn this is Freedom Say god damn this is freedom yeah Say god damn this is freedom yeah
Writer(s): Blake James Turnell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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