My definition of freedom is real tight:
You ask me what I'm doin tomorrow, my only response is "whatever the fukk I feel like"
Made 40 revolutions over the sun and still feels like I've only begun
I got bank accounts holdin my funds, shoulders tired from holdin my sons
And hands are tired from holdin my tongue
I cared much more, now I care much less
What sucks is youngbuck's ideas of success
Till you kill shyt, you have no sins to confess
nikka pipe down, one round is not a fukk fest
Know thyself, and the lights on the scene won't blind
Just work, cuz well oiled machines don't grind
Thin line between novel vs. novelty
My rate of jewels per verse is just perverse