Desert Eagle - Felly, Gyyps

I think they coming for my freedom

They wanna gun me, desert eagle

A bunch of egos, I don’t feed 'em

Know they gon' love me then they leave him

I was playing on a C-Note (brr brr)

And make my baby bend down real low

Look at my sneakers, swear they real though

In NYC puffin' illegal, yeah

You startin drama I’m like

Bitch give me this, another bitch give me that

I got some problems with myself, I put that shit on the bench

Boy is you crying for some help?

You better go and attack

You see them tugging on your belt, you put yourself on the map

Think I need Jesus

Think that I need need him I know that I need him

I pray on my knees yuh

It’s cold, it’s freezin'

Cold as a freezer

I came in this world, I don’t know how I’m leaving

I don’t believe 'em

Fuck the whole system

I pick up the pieces and come off a dreamer

I don’t believe ya

I never need 'em

The world that I seen, I’m surprised I’m still breathing

I think they coming for my freedom

You gon' bring that to NYC?

I’m bringing that shit

I’m bringing my whole percussion box

I think they coming for my freedom

Pull up, key in, start

Bitch, Canoga Park

Thats that shit out the two car garage

Check off the list now I hit the menage

Never looking back on a bitch and that’s that

I could do laps around underground rappers

With double cup stacked, you can take a step back

If you feeling like shit, go work the night shift

First thing’s first, I’ve been up all night

Dip and reverse brown piece on my side

Cook up the herse but I’d rather not die

Pull up to shows with my homies for life

Needing my shawty to drive, you feelin' alright?

We eat at La Tequiza for beans and the rice

Like every night

Ayy true, Fel can I ask you a question?

Yeah, ask all the questions you want bro

Just know I don’t have all the answers

Ayy yo, what’s the message?

All of these kids, I’m too old for this shit

Think they all got it backwards

Yo, what you been planning?

Build a militia and fuck with the system

Let’s get at the bastards

Ayy, let me get at this

I only use to do ad-libs

Don’t let me fade in the blackness

I think they coming for my freedom

They wanna gun me, desert eagle

A bunch of egos, I don’t feed them

Know they gon' love me then they leave him

Damnside dimebag, call me young Darryl

Running over squirrels in a Pontiac Fiero

Rob another life, I’ma dance like dinero

I could jock a side bag, I’m a fucking weirdo

Sell a couple Vyvanse, library hero

Visa Visa Master, that’s a kapa kapa kilo

Free the calipaint in California through an eagle

Never leaving either even if it’s just a guiro

Bless it up

Motherfucking spliff to my motherfucking dome

Penicillin scripts, I got something in my throat

Calling on my phone, only pick up for my mom

That’s a bomb, call the bomb squad

Life is bigger then the shit up on your i-Phone

Fuck a signal, losing tension like a blind spot

I’a slip until the slippers made of nylon

I’m smoking lala

I feel like lately I can’t take the pain

I’m praying patiently for better days, ayy

Know these relationships gon' fade away

So I’ll keep waiting on a brighter day

Don’t take away all my freedom