'17 Liberties

Liberties, everywhere I look uncertainty is what makes up this industry

Said it all along, only now you see they're feeling me

Hard for the 'gram that's the new youth mentality

These times have got me questioning my true moralities, trust me

 

Everybody wanna rap now

They finally clocked and everybody wants a fat stack now,

"I'll do what it takes" until they've gotta load up nine mil' strap round

 

Ghostwriters, nah cos this shit's all me

I'll pull up at your block with the blacked out jeeps and the meat cleavers

Cos you know we're rolling with the reapers

Red October's so you don't see blood on my sneakers

You never learn so now I'm gonna have to teach ya

See how nice you are when the slug round greets ya

 

Showing off their scheduled trap diaries

I get it my G, I do, trust me, don't try to lie to me

Cos I see the money, all the time, and it looks like binary

Only ones and zeros on my mind but I make them silently

 

Liberties, said it once, everyone keeps taking liberties

Never used to feel me now its "Lib I beg forgive me"

Money on my mind, I feel the grind is gonna kill me

Looking to the skies asking "Is there patience you can give me?"

 

un-Liberty, first entry.