LIBERTY

Fill me with your spirit, Lord I totally yield to you Lord Demonstrating an act of dominating An act that'll keep the haters hating And the family waiting I make it seem like I'm activating You see I'm concentrating on what matters most I keep it simple, ain't no complicating I'm going a separate way, yeah I'm alternating Trying to fit myself in the equation This is a demonstration of how I get my inspiration Sit down with a pen and pad in any room or any location Feel like my pen and me are having a whole conversation The realization that this'll be something to boost my reputation As the first rapper to make it out and represent the nation Open up your eyes and your mind to what I'm portraying I ain't playing You're gonna realize there's more than meets the eye when I'm saying First things first I'm not here for second places Coming in threes Each song saved in your fucking playlist I do this for y'all My flow's tight like my laces Money coming in briefcases Now we global in more than six places Just sit back and watch from a higher perspective My friends collective And my foes selective You do you I'ma do me So just respect it I'm linked I stay connected I want genius to dissect it I'll admit I'm trying to perfect it Dear God It's me again I'm lost I've sinned again At what cost I've hurt a lot of people Where do I begin I'd rather sin than to let them win The mess I'm in is inescapable But I know you're capable of changing me for the better I'm never gonna do the things I did or my mistakes in the past I'll pay it back when I make it big before I pass So I gotta get off my motherfucking ass And start working and working until I pay my mama back For now My flow's historical All my questions rhetorical It's blowing up my insta meta Cause I'm metaphorical Gotta stay cautious when I'm reading all my responses I hope my sponsors dissect my lyrics and try not to get nauseous And the cause is Pythagoras theorem I'm counting all my corners Trying to find a way out Away from the goons and all the stoners And all the crack addicts In packed attics It's automatic Shooting up some liquid death Now that's some simple mathematics So Fill me with your spirit, Lord I totally yield it to you Lord