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letra de epoch o' chastity - freddy will

[verse 1: freddy will]
taken my time to talk to em; let em know about the general
from canada; who be gettin’ the miracle
i’ll be on that street thang but never the chain gang
probably put me in the clink over songs i sang
inspired your whole dream and your wishes
fame cats; that don’t deserve to be; seen in the pictures
yep, why you’re fiendin’ over facebook likes?
why you’re acting like you dons that put d-ck to dikes?
what’d you do to make your dreams come through?
yes you? the same cat that was a maggot in school; who you?
when they call my name in kenya all the homies salute
from south africa to england with west african troops
while they feed you with the poison off the internet
to move and school you; homie you’re ignorant
they know you be complacent
cause you’d rather get drunk to f-ck b-tches
i be in the streets puttin’ work in the trenches

[chorus: quincy bullen]
who want it?
you can get it
we be on that: epoch o’ chast-ty x2

[verse 2: freddy will]
couldn’t account for the l-st
f-ck the chick but you never wanna marry her crush
how you figured you gone earn that trust
she’s ya equal if you leave her then she’s keepin’ the crib
now she’s with them other homies she’s from adam’s rib
what you do to make your dreams come through
same cats who were the maggot in school, yes you
wanna creep to a virgin but you’re a nerd
switched your style cause ya wanna be heard
lose your mind for this vanity
tossed your feeling’s off; when you drank away your sanity
god, heaven forgive us
in this crooked -ss world, they put christ on the cross
we found but they tell us it’s the devil we trust
hot d-mn we couldn’t hit the snitches
look for the mitches in these husband pictures
ill-strated with the odyssey
my people mean a lot to me
why they’re talkin’ ’bout the rain
like we’re livin’ in vain

[chorus: quincy bullen]
who want it?
you can get it
we be on that: epoch o’ chast-ty x4

[verse 3: freddy will]
i’m with my dread at the armory
feds all around me it’s true
they be lookin’ for my money confiscatory
it’s’ why i’m a king without a throne
no one to call my own
why i usually role alone cause i’m federally known
tell ya, mamie, i ain’t stuck at the quarry
spit some knowledge out the block
they ain’t really got nothin’ on me
misinterpret my claim, tryna tarnish my name
it’s such a shame they point their finger when they cast that blame
there’s good food on my table i ain’t worried ‘bout em
designer clothes on my back i ain’t worried ‘bout em
my family’s intact, i love it ‘cause i’m black
applied my hood fantasies against their cyber attack
this little bit i’ve done has satisfied my soul
my sh-t is golden, even though my story ain’t told
i’m from the era where we spit our ghetto fantasies
to expose religion and political hypocrisies

[chorus: quincy bullen]
who want it?
you can get it
we be on that: epoch o’ chast-ty x4

- freddy will

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