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letra de freedom papers - dopemusic

will the candidates of art and science please be seated, as the candidates of arts and science… [continued graduation chatter]

verse 1: slade
first things first
this was never meant to be compared to kanye
me and my compadres, cole, pac, and andre
never had a seat at the table
or got to talk to a waiter, but somehow i still ordered an entree. i’ve mistaken so many freaks for good women
i ain’t saying that a good woman can’t be a freak
but shawty said in the midst of giving me head that she wanted to take it off and give it back in a week. (hol up)
in 4 years i done been through a lot
so many people sacrificed for me to get to this spot
so many people lost their lives tryna get where i got
now are you the one who failed or the one that fell off, huh?
me i’m neither, constant over achiever, a champion every season, and does it all in his leisure
worth a million what these women got me feeling like
back in the day all they wanted from me was good advice
came a long way from that free before eleven
tryna bag a seven, my n-ggas copped an eighth
wake up sunday morning just to sit before a reverend
almost missed the message, a n-gga running late
but i made it so all good, springing from the summer just to make sure that we fall good
‘member when the winters was colder than than j’s shoulder to all of the kinston women didn’t see us as winners
i told ro james that i’d prolly see him later, once i get my credits and they sign them freedom papers
look him in his eyes i can tell he ain’t believe it, it never really mattered, cuz my father didn’t either
it’s kinda funny i graduated with papers to validate it
i know they gone hate me later
came a long way from the living room of wilson, when i thought being a man was having plenty of women
i get it, i know they hate me cuz i know i’m the man, i know they hate me cuz i altered they plans, i they hate me cuz they hate me within, i know they hate me, cuz they hate me then pretend like we friends
i’m just making amends, all that money couldn’t make you a man
all the talent in the world couldn’t make me a fan
you been my son for so long that it gave me a tan
got some n-ggas to deal with you while i’m playing my hand
oh i got it, i got it i’m finally focused
i ain’t rapped like this since freshman year was approaching
i feel my window is is open, i feel my window is open i finally got my freedom papers yea, i said i finally got my freedom papers

outro: j-mar (voicemail)
yoo, what’s good witchall boysman ..
congrats on the graduation. sorry i couldn’t make it, i ended up getting caught up with shawty girl. you know how that go. but look, what’s the next move for yall?

- dopemusic

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