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free me - hackey og lyrics

[intro]
(chronic auxiliary)

[verse 1: hackey og]
i’m still the greatest
in vague states of sedation
(you the goat)
i make the cut
kotal kahn type serration (go)
n0body play me
like christmas gifts coming april
grateful i got a gift
but i got to get to that label (go)
still jaded
i’m never in conversation
of local rappers that’s popping
i p*ss on the population (goat)
i puts the lotion on
lock myself in the bas*m*nt
(it does what it’s told)
don’t bring no bacon home
never sh*t to have eggs with
i’m over easy
running sh*t like some yeezy’s
they say i’m cheesy
suck on my fettuccine (slurp)
been bumping my f*cking cds
in parking out at cici’s
hop in line to battle me
barbeque you like bd’s
it’s routine, since thirteen
wake up, breaking down weed
faking sick to lay up in the crib
and roach an oz (inhale)
did a lot of sh*t through grade school
i would not teach
but fighting though my flaws
turned me og
all proceeds go to therapists
and the dmv
all i see is blue and red
my hood, it’s looking 3d
astigmatism when asking
what they can see in me
still skepticism on schisms
that been preceding me
day one riders was liars
don’t bleed repeatedly
they see a drip
and they dipping almost immediately
creeping, trying to get with your exes
soon as the season end
no f*cking reasoning
justifying what’s feasible

[chorus: hackey og]
(that’s probably why i’m getting faded)
you don’t, you don’t
wanna be me
b*tches think they know me
i’m a rare breed
throw my face
up on a white tee
always stood behind my bars
never free me
(being me, it’s overrated)
you don’t, you don’t
wanna be me
b*tches think they know me
i’m a rare breed
throw my face
up on a white tee
always stood behind my bars
never free me

[verse 2: hackey og]
i’m from a city
where really they stop you often
like off it, the sneakers, jacket
hat, watches, wallet, yeah, all that
right up the block
where some alcoholic done p*wned it
he seen & shaking, withdrawing
on the curb
with a magnum on him
that’s forty ounces
not .457 cowboys
it’s indians out in flint again
scalping the citizens
i’ll do you scarier
dirty harry you, bury you
out of the very area
carrie you like that horror film (punk)
ain’y n0body hot as me
wish a rapper would in my kiln
body all these wannabes
wrestling with my inner sins
feeling bad for these
up and comers, a bummer
i put them all in my will
and lord willing they getting something
but ask for the budget, cut it
ain’t budging ’til they see numbers
sweet with this sh*t, just f*dg* it
talking sh*t like i’m budden, i’ll but in
every single time
you bring me up buddy
in the studio daily
and by night, i be f*cking
i ain’t hitting no clubs
my hands are already bl**dy
been keeping to myself
like a toddler unpunished
no more they can stomach
i’m coming up it’s making ‘em vomit
y’all don’t want me at the summit
y’all just want me to plummet
having trouble with to*do lists
‘cause i’ve already done it
well suited for this sh*t
in case my interview coming
keep hoodies and balaclavas
in bug out bags some reason it doesn’t
been sleeping under underpasses
with the pressure i’m under

[outro: hackey og]
long nights ahead of me

- hackey og lyrics

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