(Yeah, oh)
Let me be free let me rock
Fuck the rules fuck the cops
Smoking gas pack I'm half dead
Riding past the opps not capping
When I say I'd rather
Be trapped in a coffin
I'm nauseous this bullshit exhausting
Let me be free let me rock
Fuck the rules fuck the cops
Smoking gas pack I'm half dead
Riding past the opps not capping
When I say I'd rather
Be trapped in a coffin
I'm nauseous this bullshit exhausting
Who can't lose my conscious
Eyes low & we ride slow
I can't fold oh
Might strike gold
And these hoes know
My life is just a show
I can't pass that cash cash
Might go bad bad
We don't fuck with
All these rats rats
Motherfucker don't trip
Kobii lighting that spliff
And we going straight back to back
Everybody talk shit
They just wanna get rich
But they know they can't handle that
Let me be free let me rock
Fuck the rules fuck the cops
Smoking gas pack I'm half dead
Riding past the opps not capping
When I say I'd rather
Be trapped in a coffin
I'm nauseous this bullshit exhausting
Let me be free let me rock
Fuck the rules fuck the cops
Smoking gas pack I'm half dead
Riding past the opps not capping
When I say I'd rather
Be trapped in a coffin
I'm nauseous this bullshit exhausting
Full of lust she's full of herself
And I got the tats on me yeah the racks on me
And my baddies on fleek yeah my baddies on
I don't really fuck with no average woah
If her pussy fantastic I'm a hit it
All you motherfuckers care about clout
And its sad I ain't living in the bad lands
77 I'm up in the heavens
Ascending the reverends could never be
I know you jealous I see your intentions
You motherfuckers never get to me
She don't want to see me win
I'll just drive by in that benz
I'll just fuck on all her friends
I'll just fuck on all her friends friends
My ex-hoe wants me back
Bitch I deleted your contact
Hit it once and I'm leaving
Straight to the bag I'm retreating
Got all your bitches on me
You better not run up on me
Because my cousins are bleeding
Let me be free let me rock
Fuck the rules fuck the cops
Smoking gas pack I'm half dead
Riding past the opps not capping
When I say I'd rather
Be trapped in a coffin
I'm nauseous this bullshit exhausting
Let me be free let me rock
Fuck the rules fuck the cops
Smoking gas pack I'm half dead
Riding past the opps not capping
When I say I'd rather
Be trapped in a coffin
I'm nauseous this bullshit exhausting
I can see that in the midst of death, life persists
In the midst of untruth, truth persists
In the midst of darkness, light persists