Gotta Be Free

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Oddbrawl the Lyrical Juggernaut (AKA Kev)] Fuck clothes and kicks. It's about homes and whips (Gotta get dough) Stones and chips while we hustle when we plot to stick Stack dough on the rest, only run with the best, keep a gun In the vest (Uh huh) to block one to the chest. I'ma do it I guess 'til I hear you under arrest (Son, [?]) [?] smuggle [?] (I'ma do this shit like that) Badass chick with long hair and beautiful breasts (Bad bitch) I'm faced with twenty-five years or more, cops Screaming out a bullhorn outside the door Stash in the floor, keep cash, rounds and raw Rounds galore (Stop it), and you know I'm down to pour (Huh?) Set it with the four-four (Come on), trying to drown the law. Against the Criminal system I hold grudges (Stupid-ass judges) [?] lawyers and backwards-ass judges Twenty-five away (Get your shit right), [?] Catch me looking like a don body embalmed at my wake 'cause three hots And the slop in a cot? I think not, and if y'all Know Kev, then y'all know I'd rather be shot Dead instead, one to the head and the head (I ain't going to jail) Eternally getting [?] by an angel in bed [Hook: K.A. the Verbal Shogun] Ain't no holding me (Holding me) Caged in, slaving, gotta be free (Gotta be free) Ain't no holding me (Holding me) Caged in, slaving, gotta be free (Gotta be free) [Verse 2: K.A. the Verbal Shogun] Everyday life? I know the pain. Money is my only novocaine With each step, I get closer to grab and hold the reigns Each night, a soldier's slain, no one knows his name, find out A family mourns, the kids lost their Santa Claus [?] reimburse what their daddy caused Girls taking their panties off at younger ages for their Summer wages, they just bust it down like it come in flavors Brother can't take it, mad a sister half-naked With mad makeup, shaking ass and A-cup Calling the trash a straight slut. Now she faster On the strip, giving cake up, mastered Taking the cash before the bastard wake up Now she trapped with a one-year-old, [?] For his birthday, gave him chaps when he wanted [?] Paid her back, gave her claps when she wanted gold Shots still glow, so unless them bullets Is real slow (Real slow) or their skin made of steel-toe Move your newborn's crib away from the window How it get this bad? (I don't know) I don't really know, but hear me though It's gon' get worse long as niggas don't have any dough [Outro: K.A. the Verbal Shogun and Oddbrawl the Lyrical Juggernaut] Many a mystery night I risk my life Selling that sniff-me white Hope the next customer gets me right Not D's. To stay free, I kick and bite No. Try and stay up out the heat But I find myself drawn to streets Try and stay up out the heat But I find myself drawn to streets