Freedom of Speech

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Sy Ari Da Kid] I'm like fuck the world, freedom of speech See I could never lie, this is me on the beat And fuck beef, niggas sweet like Cream of Wheat And since I got them new J's I ain't seen my feet To the grave, I'm a problem Bitch how come I can't rap about top, when I came from the bottom Steady on the road with them out of town bitches We scissors, who knows if they cheating on they niggas Shut the fuck up, who told you to vouch? You niggas chilling so much I might throw you a couch You niggas bitching so much I might throw you a blouse How you from the realest state but can't show us a house? I need a lady in the streets but a hoe in the house White girl, freaked out, let me go in her mouth How come I can see the world with a blindfold nigga And I can see the future with my eyes closed, nigga [Verse 2: Coach Ricky J] Uhh, fuck the world, freedom of speech I can never lie, this me on the beat These fucks sleeping on me like a comforter sheet Bitch I'm grade A product, straight drop in the streets Drop the blow in the water Save them cookies and quarters 24/8, I'm open, I'm taking everyones order The economy fucked they wonder why I be trapping This my family starving, thats why I'm taxing and charging Tried to prove I'm a bad boy, and no we no more Ain't no Kid, no Slim, just this hard where I bargain Click-Clack spray at your organ Put your face on the carton Boy this bong with this kush in it got my high as a Martian If you need it, I got it, just take a trip out to the car Just make sure you lock yours, cause they jack and they rob I got too many felonies tryna stay out the block Tryna stack up this money, and reinvest it all, ohhh [Verse 3: Slim Dunkin] Fuck the world, freedom of speech And I could never lie, its Slim D on the beat While you wifing that bitch, I'm G'ing the freak Fuck them more than one time, three in a week [?] on Movado, drinking on Mescotto Play it everyday, bet you never hit the lotto Tech in the whip, .45 in the house Betta watch what you say, like your eyes in your mouth Born in the Midwest, reside in the South Leave your body in the trash, Oscar the Grouch You Blooding or you Cripping Fuck you niggas sipping Bartender you ain't getting nothing, I ain't tipping Bitches wanna ride with me Niggas that'll die for me Something like Kane, Menace II Society I think I'm Neno, New Jack (what else) You niggas sweet, fruit snacks [Outro: Sy Ari da Kid, Coach Ricky J & Slim Dunkin] I'm like fuck the world freedom of speech I could never lie this is me on the beat Fuck the world freedom of speech See I could never lie this is me on the beat