Free Roam

Some years old...I thought I knew, some days the world showed me I can't

get some food or how the black man aint got a job cause he ain't

finish school, of course these niggas wanna rob but don't get they own tools,

but damn is it me niggas wanna be cool? You a fool and I can tell that you do

shrooms...the world is going bad and she can't trust me I'm loose screws..hit

my nigga Chanz for them mfn brews...Im a clean nigga aint no dirty shoes..plus

I pack heat like them Miami goons..Lebron James im #6 when he blew flames

I even blow that green im lucky just like Norte Dame...my bad that was corny

but im just saying...if blacks came together we could change the game

 

come snatch my chain my nigga you lame...and I don't wear jewelry y'all shit

just look the same..

 

Cmon don't diss me for these rhymes when I blow up Ima get jewelry so I can

tell the time ill have a pretty bitch she gone be bad like 1+9...switch up the Flo

like water mix with alkaline...nigga just get in line just like them skates when

you learned how to ride...

 

1:40.....11th grade I couldn't play, that's when I made my mind the world aint

really feeling me, it felt like I lost everything like robbers stealing me...the pain

don't last God's healing me