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Young Roddy - Freedom Of Speech
Goodsense
Uh and I know this shit ain't sweet but it's lovely
I gotta get it while the getting good brother
And they always talking bank shit
But them niggas ain't get no money
And they always talking that pimp shit and them niggas ain't get no cutty
And they stay talking bout gun shit I lost boy game tot he dum shit
When you speak that fake shit my nigga
I don't feel that but on the real and I bring the real
Put the padlock on my style but they still that
Bitch you said I get while I live that
Shit so I don't trust these hoes and that's a fact
Better safe than sorry so I'm going strap
Yeah I'm talking bout my condom and my lama
Rule number one is never for this honor [?]
You want the finest things but getting in the gridin
But God damn dough they reachin for my color
And I swear like Mary I don't want no drama
Stay high of that mari-marijuana
'Cause in my section ain't no one they ever doubt it
Before I love that cash it's writing though
But you can miss me with that fake shit ain't no time for it
Better send 25 niggas is fime
They call em for my heat they want me dead or alive
Uh and there ain't no job most niggas jive
But it's all good I'm in the best shape of my life nigga
But keep up and only if you can
And if you could nigga I speak up I got my first rap check
[?] check what I do re-up you know what they say
They say they cause the amneisia and I know how I go
A close smell gotta speak up
I got my money clean but my rap shit ain't clean up
Ain't me while I've been [?] up
I'm duckin evils [?] while we're smoking on this diesel
But they wouldn't care like been the [?]
And for the fast leagal money dem niggas hustling like ego
And for the fast money I swear the God
And to my own life feel well me 'cause all a real
That's what sleeping in the hell man
Oh Goodsense
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