Текст песни Murder Inc. Freestyle 1 - Reetkat

Yeah took a little time out had to catch my pace
Dig deeper, unlock my grace
Never worried bout them cause them man can never run my race
Been a G since foetus
And still I put the G in Genius
With every move calculated
Turn my losses to lessons and my works to wins
Find my essence
The music be my oxygen
Heart of man's wicked so I'm on a nasty ting

Sinning man wan judge me cuh I sin different
And I ain't trying to defend myself but then the shit that we see different
And many men rather still pretend
But that's not me
I hate to live a lie
Free mind, real till the end
Love me or hate me I remain myself
Self love I elate myself
Lord keep me humble so I never overrate myself
And never forget that I did not create myself
This is just me talking
Right now I ain't even trying to blow your mind
I'm just trying to keep it real honest
Wrote this in croc city
Great time yeah but I'm always uneasy
There's feds everywhere fuck
Moving stealth got me feeling like Sherlock
Heart getting harder and blacker than my bare cock
Born blessed but got to work to access it
I guess I know better than to wait on rare luck

Live with rare fucks
Leave you starstruck
Rose from ashes so I ran out of teardrops
Think you vested
I'll take headshots
Trace my gaze there's a red dot
Nigga I'm a rare cut
In a land of cold sweaters
Big steppers with dreams of vendettas
Where most fellas were never born with spoons
But they still finna take your food
Like fuck the rules uh