Freedom - Fashawn, Exile

«Livin'my life, expressin’my liberty*

It gotta be done properly""done properly»

My patterns is unmatched

I leave MC’s hunchbacked with one rap

Guaranteed no comeback

I run laps around 'em, roll like Dunlap tires

Made a lot of niggas retire, I be ya highness

Sucka MC’s might as well call me a sire

Just shootin’the breeze

Fuck a plane, I take you higher

This is rap for my niggas that pack, push packs

To the citizens, fakin’no jax and we militant

Straight up out the trenches

Young black and gifted

Slung sacks ridiculous, done that, you kiddin'?

160, but with a pen, I feel brolic

I can still knowledge, bang out hits like Phil Collins

Duck tail with the Starter cap, way before the rap

I was pullin’ho’s, kickin’verses off the dome

Now I’m movin’up, I can’t even front

Should be in the pen for all the shit I done did

But I’m livin’my life

Yeah, you are now about the witness the strength of street knowledge

Give it to 'em

Knowledge increase it, college enroll

Captivity, leave it, keep dreamin', goals

Power, money, spend it with control

God, life, mind, body and soul

Reach one, teach one, young to the old

History’s a mystery and lies were sold

Positive reality, luxury homes

Bentley, Ferrari, Jaguar, Rolls

Royce’s, racism, royalty, gold

Conflict diamonds, the world is cold

Niggas, bitches, freedom, senses

CPS infants, the future, the children

Addiction, supplements, hustlin', pimpin'

Fame, jealousy, pain, redemption

Politics, bullshit, ignorant content

Conscious nonsense, the mind is complex

Progress, the president, the people, the projects

Progress, the president, the people, the projects