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Sentiments Freestyle
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Sentiments Freestyle was released on October 1, 2017 by Trapstar Toxic as a part of the album Sentiments Freestyle - Single
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Release DateOctober 1, 2017
LabelTrapstar Toxic
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trapstar Toxic
Trapstar Toxic
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adesina Adeniji Adele
Adesina Adeniji Adele
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Gettin' older with the time, that's somethin' I can agree
Just gave my young gun a pack
He's up more early than me
You're out here tryna be the boss of the streets
I back out a couple racks right now
Don't mix my name up with deets
'Cause I ain't got time for makin' amends
Plug saw the work-rate
Now I'm no longer a sale
I'm a friend
Cuttin' out the middleman
Like take your first to the river, B
Haters are my downfall
Wanna beat me like I'm Heavy D
Still I keep goin'
I'm whippin' it, or baggin' somethin' potent
Youngers on the street like some vultures
We were trappin' in the winter
**** bitter 'cause I'm on my grind
Pay the fool, I don't need to do consigns
Couple hours on my graft
A couple bands in my jeans
Attract this money like the dogs with the fleas
Cuttin' them bricks
Told my young gun, "Cop a Febreze"
Neighbors smellin' somethin' mental
That's the essence of trees
Half these trappers ain't chattin' to me
I've taken Ls your mind couldn't agree
Bounced back, I held faith like the deen
[Verse 2]
Stay focused, I ain't givin' it up
You know I grind, I ain't livin' it bruk
I took a loss, I bounced back like a trampoline
'Cause friends don't want to see me doin' well
Is it karma? Got me feelin' all stuck
Going jail was like a blessin' in disguise
Had to strip on the wing, wanted ten of my guys
Got it crackin', you ain't drawin for your 9
So you better be good with your fists
Or have a cheffer on the side
This is real as it gets
Halal meals and there was hella baguettes
You know me
I weren't breakin' a sweat
And there was times when I felt like shit was goin' wrong
Had me tryna talk to the sky like Mufasa's son, reason with God
[Verse 3]
I'm out 'ere tryna get these funds
How ironic, countin' twenty to some Kojo Funds
Copped a box, now you think you're the plug
Me, I'm all about them numbers
That won't do my line no damage if I threw it a box
Me and P up the kitchen catchin' losses and prof
In due time we'll be the chefs of the month
Because the judge has taken 'nuff of my Gs
I can't read it
I left jail, they told me keep rappin'
I made that playlist
The ends is full of hatred
I seen brothas get a bussage, they just throw it back in faces
Look me and you, we ain't the same, prick
Them Balmains and Louis Vuittons
Buy my re-ups like it's savin's
Please don't get me started on them other guys
Find I'm in my own lane, I sacrifice
I touch down on the 2nd
That's three bands prof by the 7th
A real trapstar in your presence
Fam, I'm gettin' it gone
I ain't chillin' 'round bums like a thumb
Pockets swollen like I threw 'em some Tums
I'm in this tracky all week lookin' rough
From way back, I was fully on job
If we felt a violation we were runnin'
To the stash for the dots
I 'member days tryna find me a plug
I was drownin', inconsistent, now I'm gettin' enough
Written by: Adesina Adeniji Adele
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