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fans - a1 freedom lyrics

[intro]
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
these n*ggas be eatin’, word to my dead
n*ggas dissin’, n*ggas don’t even know n*ggas, like
grrah, grrah, grrah
[?], n*ggas
these are so many deads
n*ggas is dissin’, n*ggas don’t even know n*ggas
(i’m sorry, did he say solution?)
like, like, grrah

[chorus]
he keep mentionin’ jacob in all of his songs (he fanned out)
and the man ain’t know him at all
i think the k2 got to the gz
that boy not a superstar, look at his t**th
cap rappin’, you talkin’ ’bout your friends
dissin’ each other then they made amends (n*ggas is p*ssy)
too gangster to smoke on a dead
we spinnin’ on n*ggas that’s livin’ instead
like, why y’all wanna be like durk? you lookin’ pathetic
sha and his loccs and his mans got whooshed
ran on his mans, they feel so pathetic
sha gz made crank dat
yus made seizure boy, how can y’all dead it?
y’all both are some goofs
cap the vids up, y’all need it, the views, like (broke*ass n*ggas)
[verse]
oh, you wanna go viral, you feelin’ like luca? (no)
i’m sorry, your music ain’t hot
this the man n*ggas claim savin’ drill?
tell his label, stop buyin’ them bots (stop)
y’all buyin’ chains, i’m buyin us chops (grrah, grrah, grrah)
tell his label, stop buyin’ them bots
y’all buyin’ chains, i’m buyin’ us chops
quanny a d*ck rider, he from philly, he droppin’ the o (he a d*cksucker)
3500 caught a [?] on a streamer
don’t run, put a hole in your femur, like, grrah (grrah)
these n*ggas got so many flaws
dthang, why you name is on [?]? (why you snitchin’?)
drill dyin’ cause y’all mediocre
if he batman, i am the joker
do a damage then pullin’ up stunts
n*ggas like me only come around once
i’m not a rapper, i got a rap sheet
if i get booked, i ain’t no doin’ months (grrah)
y’all got money but don’t got respect
the gz go to jail and y’all hop on the jet?
got money but don’t got respect (n*ggas be scared, n*ggas be scared)
the gz go to jail and y’all hop on the jet?
i’m fed up, it’s probably my ego
when lil akademiks seen you cap
like, you never ran in no rico, b*tch, you got booked for a pigeon
y’all horsin’, ain’t doin’ no k!llin’
i’ma leader, put mine in position
all summer, don’t loaf on y’all block
all the white t*shirts, we drillin’ [?] in
[chorus]
he keep mentionin’ jacob in all of his songs
and the man ain’t know him at all
i think the k2 got to the gz
that boy not a superstar, look at his t**th
cap rappin’, you talkin’ ’bout your friends
dissin’ each other then they made amends
too gangster to smoke on a dead
we spinnin’ on n*ggas that’s livin’ instead
like, why y’all wanna be like durk? you lookin’ pathetic
sha and his loccs and his mans got whooshed
ran on his mans, they feel so pathetic
sha gz made crank dat
yus made seizure boy, how can y’all dead it?
y’all both are some goofs
cap the vids up, y’all need it, the views

[outro]
like
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
a1, a1, a1
grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
a1, a1, a1
grrah, grrah
a1, a1, a1
ah

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