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Brooklyn Freestyle
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Brooklyn Freestyle was released on April 27, 2015 by Russ My Way Inc as a part of the album Brooklyn Freestyle - Single
April 27, 2015
LabelRuss My Way Inc
LanguageEnglish
BPM
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Get some shit off my chest
Yeah
Alright
[Verse 2]
I've been living off delusion, 'cause I heard it's healthy
Pockets growing, labels talking, hoes been far from stealthy
I'm still slightly flyin' under radars, I practice like it's playoffs
I lay a brick a day, I'm out here tryna build the Great Wall of yours truly
I need more groupies and less people tryna get a cut
Put your fucking hands back in your pockets, man, you said enough
Conversation over, lately I've been celebrating, hardly ever sober
True squad generals, no room for soldiers
I got a classic debut right here chillin' in my holster
My shoulders got the weight of my world on 'em
And her world, and his world, and your world on them
[Verse 3]
I need a Venezuelan, or my Afghani chick from DC
To come fuck with my campaign and treat me presidential
Leave the politics at home, it's strictly Lewinsky
Then it's back to trying to get a buzz like 50
Cup full of whiskey just to level out
I only keep kings around me, Sacramento style
You need to elevate your life, you've been living lateral
Get you a passion, put some dreams in a catapult
Being broke in America is unnatural
I'm just giving you facts, you start giving ideas
They start giving you cash, you start popping a little
They start giving you dabs, you sing a couple fuckin' hooks
And they start giving you ass, but I'm not mad in the slightest
The public praises you for what you practice in private
You've been cordially invited to my showing out party
Reminds me of LA when we had cases of Bacardi
Jars of Marijuana, rooftops was the lobby
Too young for that money so the girls got wobbly
They want the whole crew like Motley
That was right before 21
I've been fucking the world, I'm about to make the money come
[Verse 4]
Fuck what y'all got, and y'all squares time is up
Because I watched you let the ball drop one too many times
'Cause I've been hiding out in Brooklyn, I got too comfortable
I had to rearrange the cushions, get in touch with my chakras
Pop Pop just died, I fell in love with some vodka
Fell out with the ex, then back in love with some vodka
My half brother Jimmy showed up at the wake
Haven't seen him since '97, what the fuck do I say?
He's got some baby mama issues, shit's been ugly
She's trying to take him down, raising money with GoFundMe
Damn, on top of that, heroin took my best friend
He hits me up to blow L's but I'm just trying to get M
[Verse 5]
And hoes coming out the woodworks
They see ya boy building so they tryna get this woodwork
And if you tan with an accent, it could work
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