I keep smoking to get high
But I can't stop feeling low
I keep thinking about my freedom
But I can't stop selling dope
I'm gone flip flip stack stack doe
I'm gone pitch in help my folks
I don't bend nor tell or fold
Before I rat I'll sell my soul
Before I rat I'll sell my soul
Soon as packs come in they sold
I can't dap up niggas I don't know
Them niggas talk like bitches straight hoes
Keep em around don't let em get close
Both feet on the ground
I came to get doe
Everything jumped back twice I know
She had a dumb fat ass but she broke
F*ck that bitch tricking on them hoes
Cause they give two f*cks
When ya doe get low
Tryna run numbers like Usain Bolt
Whip till it lock who can't cook dope
Lil nigga I'm me
Tarique from across the street
White crack in sandwich bags
Sell it all for cheap
Now we at the mall for weeks
At the top where it's hard to see
Lil nigga
I keep smoking to get high
But I can't stop feeling low
I keep thinking about my freedom
But I can't stop selling dope
I'm gone flip flip stack stack doe
I'm gone pitch in help my folks
I don't bend nor tell or fold
Before I rat I'll sell my soul
I'm gone pitch in help my folks
I don't bend nor tell or fold
F*ck my bitch get head then smoke
Risk my freedom tryna make more doe
Got fiends on standby need more dope
Lord I don't know why don't know
I'm a make us a million
Play it safe try to stay out the system
Free rent once I buy out the building
For my niggas
I keep smoking to get high
But I can't stop feeling low
I keep thinking about my freedom
But I can't stop selling dope
I'm gone flip flip stack stack doe
I'm gone pitch in help my folks
I don't bend nor tell or fold
Before I rat I'll sell my soul
Tomg Rique - Freedom Lyrics
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I keep smoking to get high
But I can't stop feeling low
I keep thinking about my freedom
But I can't stop selling dope
I'm gone flip flip stack stack doe
I'm gone pitch in help my folks
I don't bend nor tell or fold
Before I rat I'll sell my soul
Before I rat I'll sell my soul
Soon as packs come in they sold
I can't dap up niggas I don't know
Them niggas talk like bitches straight hoes
Keep em around don't let em get close
Both feet on the ground
I came to get doe
Everything jumped back twice I know
She had a dumb fat ass but she broke
F*ck that bitch tricking on them hoes
Cause they give two f*cks
When ya doe get low
Tryna run numbers like Usain Bolt
Whip till it lock who can't cook dope
Lil nigga I'm me
Tarique from across the street
White crack in sandwich bags
Sell it all for cheap
Now we at the mall for weeks
At the top where it's hard to see
Lil nigga
I keep smoking to get high
But I can't stop feeling low
I keep thinking about my freedom
But I can't stop selling dope
I'm gone flip flip stack stack doe
I'm gone pitch in help my folks
I don't bend nor tell or fold
Before I rat I'll sell my soul
I'm gone pitch in help my folks
I don't bend nor tell or fold
F*ck my bitch get head then smoke
Risk my freedom tryna make more doe
Got fiends on standby need more dope
Lord I don't know why don't know
I'm a make us a million
Play it safe try to stay out the system
Free rent once I buy out the building
For my niggas
I keep smoking to get high
But I can't stop feeling low
I keep thinking about my freedom
But I can't stop selling dope
I'm gone flip flip stack stack doe
I'm gone pitch in help my folks
I don't bend nor tell or fold
Before I rat I'll sell my soul
But I can't stop feeling low
I keep thinking about my freedom
But I can't stop selling dope
I'm gone flip flip stack stack doe
I'm gone pitch in help my folks
I don't bend nor tell or fold
Before I rat I'll sell my soul
Before I rat I'll sell my soul
Soon as packs come in they sold
I can't dap up niggas I don't know
Them niggas talk like bitches straight hoes
Keep em around don't let em get close
Both feet on the ground
I came to get doe
Everything jumped back twice I know
She had a dumb fat ass but she broke
F*ck that bitch tricking on them hoes
Cause they give two f*cks
When ya doe get low
Tryna run numbers like Usain Bolt
Whip till it lock who can't cook dope
Lil nigga I'm me
Tarique from across the street
White crack in sandwich bags
Sell it all for cheap
Now we at the mall for weeks
At the top where it's hard to see
Lil nigga
I keep smoking to get high
But I can't stop feeling low
I keep thinking about my freedom
But I can't stop selling dope
I'm gone flip flip stack stack doe
I'm gone pitch in help my folks
I don't bend nor tell or fold
Before I rat I'll sell my soul
I'm gone pitch in help my folks
I don't bend nor tell or fold
F*ck my bitch get head then smoke
Risk my freedom tryna make more doe
Got fiends on standby need more dope
Lord I don't know why don't know
I'm a make us a million
Play it safe try to stay out the system
Free rent once I buy out the building
For my niggas
I keep smoking to get high
But I can't stop feeling low
I keep thinking about my freedom
But I can't stop selling dope
I'm gone flip flip stack stack doe
I'm gone pitch in help my folks
I don't bend nor tell or fold
Before I rat I'll sell my soul
Writer: Clyde Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave