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letra de free speech (if i ruled the world freestyle) - hotboy wes

[intro]
uh, uh
hah, hah

[verse]
all i want is one coupe
feelin’ like a young snupe
so i can bend the block and chop the roof like kung fu
i was sittin’ in that cell prayin’ my dog come through
i was lookin’ in that locker, i was down to one suit
i was punchin’, one-two, break a n-gga front tooth
we got dodie, we got gas, b-tch, we got skunk too
we can squabble, we can shoot it out, b-tch, we gon’ jump too
i done did a lot of dirty sh-t that i can’t undo
you down bad on your ass, n-gga, we’ll front you
i done seen some sh-t i can’t explain, different city, different plane
pistol in my granny name, these n-ggas is not the same
seen my father up that fire right up off his waist
seen my mama sell her p-ssy right up in my face
thе sh-t i had to take at a tender agе of eight
dope fiends where i’m from fillin’ arms up with h
my daddy did some dirt in these streets and i think it came back on me
takin’ n-ggas’ trap money, breakin’ hoes for tax money
chrome glock, you hit the wrong block, you gon’ go back runnin’
n-ggas know i’m really from there, i ain’t gotta cap nothin’
up that fire in a n-gga face, he holler, “what money?”
that money, the b-tch we f-ckin’ said you got that crack money
hop out in the trenches with that glizzy, leave the ‘lac runnin’
shawty sprayed the whole house, he even had the cat runnin’
label people tellin’ me to chill, but i want max money
barely breathin’ ’cause i know my demons comin’ back for me
gettin’ them ‘bows from n-ggas that done told, you got that rat money
before i made parole, this on my soul, i had that pack comin’
camp time, camp time, lil’ shawty a cutie
everybody glancin’, they watchin’ her like a movie
lockin’ in my cell, my celly bumpin’ that boosie
meanwhile i was plannin’ ’bout contraband in her coochie
and i ain’t really feelin’ these lil’ n-ggas that these labels hire
uncle taught me better keep that fire when you play with fire
gotta peep they game because these lame n-ggas patronize
ain’t gon’ send you sh-t behind that fence up in that razor wire
ever since i been a lil’ n-gga, i been live, n-gga
seen when my uncle hit that dope, it made his eyes bigger
i just spit the sh-t i had to witness on my tricycle
they f-ck with my music ’cause i live it and my rhymes realer
yeah, i grew up in a drug house
uncle in the kitchen whippin’, tryna stretch his drugs out
i was in the front room watchin’ mickey clubhouse
i remember i was broke, i couldn’t bond my thugs out
now i’m winnin’ and my n-ggas grinnin’ in they mugshots
i was thuggin’ in the field, they was in the dugout
free my n-ggas out the cell ’cause they livin’ in h-ll
could’ve died at eleven, i ain’t wanna turn twelve
and my mama said, “why?” i swear i can’t even lie
told my mama i’d rather go to h-ll than be a cop
where i’m from, we don’t tell, we throw sh-lls at the opps
tried to throw me in a cell, know they wanna see me rot, yeah
can’t believe they had me locked up in isolation
writin’ raps on the back of my indictment papers
no commissary, i couldn’t even buy no writin’ paper
they tried to judge me, hoes love me, why you gotta hate me?
sleepin’ on a cot, drivin’ coupes in my dreams (skrrt)
locked up in a box, slidin’ suits on the screen (oh, look out)
victim of the system, b-tch i grew up in the beam (the beam)
and everything you see me do, i do that for my team (squad)
still the same n-gga from the gutter
packin’ out the foreign, flames fl!ckin’ out the m-ffler
donuts in the coupe, leavin’ stains, burnin’ rubber (skrrt)
all my n-ggas turnin’ up, but they ain’t turnin’ on each other
booty like a lil’ bubble, i might f-ck the lil’ b-tch
i ain’t never had nothin’, i played with other kids’ sh-t
where i’m from, you better keep you a cutter, real sh-t
in the slums, you better keep you a cutter, real sh-t, naw, look

- hotboy wes

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