Free

I’ve been shrinking myself to fit in places that I’ve outgrown Trapped in my mind Got somewhere to call my doubts home Been making music out the feelings that I’ve once shown What happens when the looks fade and the clout’s gone? Training my mind to be stronger than all my emotions List of regrets getting deeper than the fucking oceans Maybe I was too open I should’ve kept these niggas guessing If I said you was impressing me then I was joking And God keep blessing me But Satan keep on testing me Nostalgia still depressing me These bills and shit keep stressing me Keep some real ones next to me Young nigga got the recipe I gotta give what’s left of me Can’t let them get the best of me I’m asking God for a break and a piece of mind How much more can I take before I’m outta time? And you ain’t been through life until you felt like dying And if you heard that I was perfect they was fucking lying I gotta get my GRAMMY Niggas tryna take my breath People just be judging like we all ain’t gotta date with death I’m rolling up some weed, tryna tame my vices I’m disregarding prices, I’ll do whatever suffices This shit is moving too fast My brother’s having babies I got a college degree, I’m pushing my third Mercedes And I ain’t going for maybe’s I’ll sleep when I’m dead This is the story of the fucking war in my head Well... Maybe this weed’ll help I just wanna be myself Wonder will I ever feel free to? (Wonder will I ever feel free?) Playing with my thoughts again Dreaming about happiness Wonder will it ever find me too? (Wonder will it ever find me) I, I, I know I been looking for You to give me more You, give-give me more I, I, I know I been hoping for You to give me more You, give-give me more Hennessy, Hennessy Calling you is like a thing for me Never hear the tones when you ringing me So outta touch, can’t think for me So what you think of me? Think of me Cause I can’t ever really think for free Up sometimes when I’m good as be Then I’m right back down when I’m B-A-D This is how it really is, life been crazy since a kid Got depression all these years Pops died, didn’t wanna live 8th grade went to Champion Revolver stashed in my backpack I want all the shit, I want all the beef I ain’t telling nobody back-back Reconnected with the homies now These folks is some high fools Me and moms used to eat Wendy’s Everyday through high school We broke Cal How you think it’s supposed to go down? Only options is to go to school, military, or get gunned down Sell dope then run the streets Po-po want us in the pen for life Went to college just to get away Leave the hood my own best advice Except these white folks Hate me more than my own kind All this shit from up here to back home Now I’m battling my own mind. damn Can hear old me crying out Was my degree really worth twenty thou’? Uncle Sam and Aunt Sallie Mae Calling me immegiately’ after I graduate And now the police wanna put me down Put my skin on the street Slavery turn into D-E-B-T Over me, over me Am I free, am I free? Am I? Well… Maybe this weed’ll help I just wanna be myself Wonder will I ever feel free to? (Wonder will I ever feel free?) Playing with my thoughts again Dreaming about happiness Wonder will it ever find me too? (Wonder will it ever find me)