Текст песни Fight 4 Freedom - Silas Price

(The Kid Was Here!)

Aye!

When it's heavy, I'm the one they lean on.
Rode with the Windows down, car ain't have no Freon
In the winter time, nigga, hell we ain't even have the Heat On!

Tell 'em we on
This our season
Fight for Freedom
I hit her with the text and ask 'baby is he home?
You know the weed strong
The crazy shit I'm bout to be on
Netflix and Chill with yo bitch and we watching re runs
She know I'm The One
She like to rub up on my pecans
I put my team on
Looking like we formed a legion
I get my read on
I'm big headed, you just pion
Local Voting just started so I vote for Leron
I gotta keep going
And keep showing
These hoe niggas that keep blowing
All that smoke, and acting foul, and I'm just free throwing
Flow so sick it's sponsored Susan G. Komen
She love it when I'm deep stroking and be choking
My third eye, you know it be open
I went to hell and back
And that's a fact
Now get demons off me
Had to cut 'em off
Shut 'em up
Close people talking
Peep the talking on low
People creeping on they folks
People sleeping on they vote
Try to pick the less of two evils but you selling hope
Really just to hell with both
Ride the wave and rock the boat
Tried to run that game on me but didn't know I was the coach.
Me and bro be getting High
Making bank up on the low
Bitch you know I never fold
That's a fact, not a quote!
People sick in the mind
I heard love the antidote
Well I'm bout to overdose
Drip bout overflow
Dead bodies bout to float
Ram Gang, and I'm an Aries
But still tryna be the goat
(Wow)
(Ting)
I had to make toast
It's funny how the niggas who don't be doing shit out here doing most
Always asking where the hoes?
Ain't go not self control
All because that fix you have, it left ya ass fucking broke
This here ain't no fucking joke!
Water bugs and cockroach
Is all nigga fucking know!
That's why I get up off the line every time they tell me go
Praying late at night that your friends don't become your foes
Even with the shade you throw
Best believe that imma grow
White Boys snuffing up the coke
Then passing me straw, I'm like that's a no go
I just want a throat goat
Dick got her like pogo
Stun her when I drop that head down like I'm Stone Cold
Could've been a conman hitting licks but I had to go pro
This right here be cold flow
Dreams of white diamonds
That be shining along with the rose gold
People showing no soul
America on that slow growth
That's why I had to Go Vote

Tell my people to go vote
Shit out here is getting old
The Realest Stories are never told
Gotta keep it on tuck, like it was a centerfold
Racists out here getting bold
Tell my niggas Go Vote
(Gotta go vote!)

(The Kid Was Here Nigga!)

Tell 'em we on
This our season
Fight for Freedom
I hit her with the text and ask 'baby is he home?'
You know the weed strong
The crazy shit I'm bout to be on
N-N-Netflix and Chill with yo bitch and we watching re runs