[Intro: B-Phong]
Yeah
Look
This my lyrical freedom right here
Yeah
One time for my love ones
Two time for my love ones
[Verse 1: B-Phong]
Motherf**er
God damn
God damn it
They stumble on my presences
And they take that sh** for granted
b**h I didn't plan it
Make you all panic
Feel the blood f**ing rushing
Like the juice of pomegranate
While I'm slaying on the mic
I be spitting single-handed
Wake you in real world like Giselle from the Enchanted
You be gambling and rambling
Spitting dummy like mannequins
While I be breathtaking
It's strangling like I'm Anakin
f** your shenanigans
I'll leave you with abandonment
High along the scale
I be looking like a pangolin
Like I'm Wu Tang
Man I got the f**ing method, man
So, now it's too late
To go apologize like Timbaland
Damn
No balls like you fumbling
See the sh** I do
You be scared from what's encompa**ing
Fans around
They doubling like exponents
Now they coming
As I go and trump like I be Donald the republican
Yet I'm constricted along these strong bars
A rested, new day is something that's long far
I'm swinging it to the fence
Ain't stopping what's on guard or fronting with same b**hes
To having them bombard
While running right through the 6 with my woes
Roll with a box car
See the waste of space
It be filled up with these lost stars
It's so conflicting to seeing the sh** depicting
Restricting the sh** that's missing
While living with benedictions
While seeing the demolition of love and hate
Through opinions
Of people who hate existence
Of people who have a vision
Instead, there's no forgiveness
It's something that's really twisted
It's twisted along the system
While everyone feels the rhythm of hatred
Mixed with this fake sh**
A couple fine dimes in the bed
Truth be naked
Mistaken
It's vacant
Cause now it's forsaken
Cause if I do that
Then my failures adjacent to latent
I'm working hard
To reaching my red targets
I'ma tryna make the cut
With my blood and sweat
For the red carpet
I'm so complex
With my words
Like an apartment
The way they go together
Attention grabbing, alarmist
I be ahead and I cut you off
Like I'm circumcising
Everybody stunned as they seeing me
As they recognizing
Including her
I'm like Stone Cold
I stun her
Like please don't forget
I'm turning y'all into old timers
[Bridge: B-Phong]
No more with the same sh**
I'ma bouta let it go
f** what you think
I be out here
As I try to go and link
As I'm spitting just to hear my voice
Have it all sync
No more no (x2)
[Hook: B-Phong]
This my lyrical freedom
Headphones cover up ears
With my voice coming out so clear
This my lyrical freedom
Eyes close
Beat coming near
With the lines that i wrote sincere
This my lyrical freedom
Hearing my voice
It persevere through the fear
As i gather up cheers
Standing on the stage
As my presents now here
As i try to make the top tier
This is my year (x2)
[Verse 2: Torres]
And I knew there was a change of heart
And I knew you wasn't in it for the long run
All this time I spent searching for a person but that person was the wrong one
Man
You need to watch who you trust
Cuz these snakes out here don't give no f**
About a starving artist or a kid down on his luck
I'm jotting all this down
Feel like dribbling it up
This my shot
So who would I be if I didn't take it
Packed up all my bags went on vacation
This my time I can't leave it vacant
Or put myself in the situation
I know that I can make it
I know that I got my team and we be wreckin sh**
Other rappers out here they be negligent
The truth take em out they element
k** the game leave the scene with no evidence
Leave the instrumental white chalk outline
Not just a hobby, this ain't my downtime
Ain't no downtime
Only grind time
I'll make headlines
Like prime time
And they'll tell me that it's my time
Time ain't sh** to me
I sold my clock for relief
I try not to check my phone anymore
When i do it's on 47
I remember why I started forgetting
[Outro: Torres & B-Phong]
Our problems
Man we all got em
Know you know bout em
I know bout em
We all got em
I know you know bout em (x2)
I told em
They doubt em
I know you know bout em
I know and I know
I Know
Wait
This my freedom
I know and
This my freedom
I'm showing
This my freedom
I (x2)
Something you ain't taking away
Cause I be on my damn grind as i fighting for days
Months and years
b**h I be here to stay
So you can take my middle digit
That is present here
It's my freedom
[Bridge: B-Phong]
No more with the same sh**
I'ma bouta let it go
f** what you think
I be out here
As I try to go and link
As I'm spitting just to hear my voice
Have it all sync
No more no (x2)
[Hook: B-Phong]
This my lyrical freedom
Headphones cover up ears
With my voice coming out so clear
This my lyrical freedom
Eyes close
Beat coming near
With the lines that i wrote sincere
This my lyrical freedom
Hearing my voice
It persevere through the fear
As i gather up cheers
Standing on the stage
As my presents now here
As i try to make the top tier
This is my year (x2)