Liberate (Explicit)

Time ticks by 6, 7, 8

Sometimes you got it slow down, gotta your faith I see the God in everyone, on a centerstage

That's Liberate

How you my family when your sista and ya mamy ugly?

Music had a grip on me like your own momma hugged it

I drown in thought would I evolve off understanding that

I fly alone and my emotions brought the planet back

Not most can manage that, big screen to MIRAMAX

I was just a young nigga, had my soul tinted black

Just a young nigga watching old niggas peddle crack

Harsh to my emotions, I escaped from hood habitat

My fortune fewer, I been balling with no arm sleeves

So flee, Jordan break em in, like car thieves

Make ya own bidness is truly a bizarre dream

Especially, when your school aint got no basketball team

Champ in here like Hakeem, the blockwork is stock greens

Hustled when I wanna, never fumbled with the hijinx

I escaped a lot, name a projects with a fireplace

Thought there was a drought of good niggas bout they found Mat

Rumbled with some niggas, not old enough to buy drinks

Influenced by them ** dealers with them fly minks

If you see, shorty, I can guarantee its my tings

Dead this conversation, you a rapper but ya rhyme stinks

Don't forget to shine your trophies, cause we all got em

Want to start, with the top row? Or the ones that's at the bottom?

I got so many new ones, I think that I forgot some If you do it on our own, means you already got one

Time ticks by 6, 7, 8

Sometimes you got it slow down, gotta your faith I see the God in everyone, on a centerstage That's Liberate