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Main St. Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Ry'lea
Language: English
Length: 2:59
Written by: Darryl Moore




Ry'lea - Main St. Freestyle Lyrics
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How many times I gotta introduce,
It's hard to manage my time I can't do interviews,
I walk the line, they like Ry'lea what's gotten into you?
I just kick my feet and recline, I got the clearest view,
Used to niggas reeking of lies, excuses, that's the truth,
Bitch I'm monolithic, can't bridge the distance don't be confused,
F*ck I look like risking this shit, I'm different,
I know that my name is present in distant rooms,
I been feeling like Langston Hughes,
I show up when requested, and tell myself no exceptions,
I'm that sneaker head that had to restart a couple collections when money was low,
I was told that money only goes far as it's thrown, and I gave that shit to the bros,
Been in New York killing shit no son of Sam,
I lost my girl and my fam, I know I'm a loving man,
I know that I'm mostly judged by the people with colored hands,
They know that my future sees way more than a hundred bands,
I could get used to the warm beaches, the sun and the sand,
Designer I'm covered in brands that don't give a f*ck 'bout the man,
Need to start calling the "Motherland" the "Wonderland",
Tired of being around the fakes, you won't understand,
Backyards, but really was to me so you think you can dance?
Traded in dance moves to sticks, drums, run and blam,
Snakes in the grass, they got the young boys in a trance,
Somebody tell them your life is more than a hundred Xans,
Aye,
The truth hits you with no delaying, so what you saying?
What's the deally yo?
If the sky is the limit f*ck I need a ceiling for?
I been fueled by pain f*ck I need some healing for I'm toxic,
Been known to open doors, I'm not a key I'm a lockpick,
Walk into Tourneau for a special piece that does not tick,
Walk in a corner store and fall in love with thot bitch,
That is not lit, I'm thinking out of pocket, yeah,
Aye, I'm daydreaming at the baggage claim,
Taking 4 day trips just to keep me sane,
I'm doing all of this, I'm still without a name,
I'm checking bucket lists, they tried to sink my ship, that's why I'm thinking private plane,
Cause every part goes over heads, I had to stop the braids,
She told me she's from ATL shit, shoutout the braves,
I could tell she from down south the way she misbehaves shit,
And loves to watch me lane switch,
On top, door lock,
She on some shaky leg shit,
Long, yeah,
She know this that not to play with,
Two words,
Same shit, different day, same clique,
I came out the basement,
Probably heard some lame shit,
That I ain't stay the same nigga from around the way shit,
Like I ain't pave the way, pioneer came off the slave ship,
Need a rack for all complaints, you can keep the change bitch,
I'm really up 100k who would've thought I'd see the day, I did
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How many times I gotta introduce,
It's hard to manage my time I can't do interviews,
I walk the line, they like Ry'lea what's gotten into you?
I just kick my feet and recline, I got the clearest view,
Used to niggas reeking of lies, excuses, that's the truth,
Bitch I'm monolithic, can't bridge the distance don't be confused,
F*ck I look like risking this shit, I'm different,
I know that my name is present in distant rooms,
I been feeling like Langston Hughes,
I show up when requested, and tell myself no exceptions,
I'm that sneaker head that had to restart a couple collections when money was low,
I was told that money only goes far as it's thrown, and I gave that shit to the bros,
Been in New York killing shit no son of Sam,
I lost my girl and my fam, I know I'm a loving man,
I know that I'm mostly judged by the people with colored hands,
They know that my future sees way more than a hundred bands,
I could get used to the warm beaches, the sun and the sand,
Designer I'm covered in brands that don't give a f*ck 'bout the man,
Need to start calling the "Motherland" the "Wonderland",
Tired of being around the fakes, you won't understand,
Backyards, but really was to me so you think you can dance?
Traded in dance moves to sticks, drums, run and blam,
Snakes in the grass, they got the young boys in a trance,
Somebody tell them your life is more than a hundred Xans,
Aye,
The truth hits you with no delaying, so what you saying?
What's the deally yo?
If the sky is the limit f*ck I need a ceiling for?
I been fueled by pain f*ck I need some healing for I'm toxic,
Been known to open doors, I'm not a key I'm a lockpick,
Walk into Tourneau for a special piece that does not tick,
Walk in a corner store and fall in love with thot bitch,
That is not lit, I'm thinking out of pocket, yeah,
Aye, I'm daydreaming at the baggage claim,
Taking 4 day trips just to keep me sane,
I'm doing all of this, I'm still without a name,
I'm checking bucket lists, they tried to sink my ship, that's why I'm thinking private plane,
Cause every part goes over heads, I had to stop the braids,
She told me she's from ATL shit, shoutout the braves,
I could tell she from down south the way she misbehaves shit,
And loves to watch me lane switch,
On top, door lock,
She on some shaky leg shit,
Long, yeah,
She know this that not to play with,
Two words,
Same shit, different day, same clique,
I came out the basement,
Probably heard some lame shit,
That I ain't stay the same nigga from around the way shit,
Like I ain't pave the way, pioneer came off the slave ship,
Need a rack for all complaints, you can keep the change bitch,
I'm really up 100k who would've thought I'd see the day, I did
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Writer: Darryl Moore
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