Free 21 Freestyle

Free 21 Freestyle
[Verse]
I look at it funny, a whole lot of money
I’m juggin’ it for me, ridiculous
I look at it funny when niggas that’s gettin’ belligerent know what the business is
All of my niggas indigenous
Nigga, take a second, please consider this
Weed, was trimmin’ it

Product, was sellin’ it, dream, we livin’ it
Thinkin’ of scammin’ and schemes was givin’ in
Used to be like, “Niggas over bitches”
Then my bitches kept it over real than niggas
I can feel it in my feelings
Realest shit my heart done ever said was not to chill with niggas
Now I’m backseat, I’m like Malcolm on the black street
With the album, I’m an athlete
The way I be makin’ the track meet on the rap sheet (Ayy)
Look how they did our ni*** from Atlanta for not bein’ born in Atlanta
The government so underhanded
They handed that shit off to someone who basically scammin’
And fuckin’ and duckin’ the Challenger full of police
And you know you a champion out here for thuggin’ it
I found a loophole that niggas ain’t want me to dig in
But, f*** it, I dug in it

All of the water that sit on my neck
It just couldn’t amount to the oil that I struck in it
I used to sit in the kitchen so hungry
The oodles and noodles are boilin’, bubblin’, bubblin’
Mama workin’ shift and doublin’
Wasn’t ‘til late in the night I was comin’ in
I was in high school, no curfew, fuckin’ hoes like come again
Look at the way that they made it, the people that hated
The divas I dated, the beef and the bullets got fired
The niggas that died, the problems the reaper created
We started with nothin’ and made it to somethin’
The duckin’ the bullets and keepin’ the blade
Love for my dawg, don’t wanna be him ‘cause he in the cage
I’m deep in the maze
He look at me as I’m rappin’ ‘bout life in the street and the reason why he in the cage
Only thing different, we both talked about it, but life didn’t give back an even exchange

Speakin’ of life, my ni*** Ike, he doin’ three of them thangs
All he ever really wanted was to feed his daughter and get her the key to the Range
Almost stacked himself a milli’ in cash, I’m tryna show you niggas he wasn’t playin’
He was that ni*** you had to go see when you needed a re-up for thangs
I beat up and bang
Pull up the block on the side with the opps and then cleaned up a stain for me and the gang
Shout out my baby ‘cause she was the same, give me the brain, Caribbean thing
She willin’ and ready and ready for my Willie, just like she Vivian Banks
Shit is insane
That just went over your head like, “Oh, it’s a bird, no, oh, oh shit, it’s a plane”
I did it again
Pull up to the party, tell all the women to get in the Range
All of the women inside the party wanna get in, but they couldn’t fit in the thing
Go on the ‘Gram, scroll on the page, look at the shit that I happened to see
Look at what happened to 21 Savage, I’m knowin’ that shit could’ve happened to me
How they gon’ cut our ni*** from the country for simply rappin’ on beats

That happened to reach his goals, touchin’ the souls
Of niggas that happened to be out trappin’ the trees?
Or packin’ the nines, a Gat in their spine, it’s that or the back of the seat
I saw a video of his lil’ daughter this mornin’, it made me so happy to see
Happy her daddy was on the television, acceptin’ awards and actually free
Let’s keep it real, we ain’t finna lie, I think everybody laughed at the memes
And then I realized that that shit is mean
You can’t be jokin’ ‘bout somebody’s freedom
Most of these people don’t know the severity of a situation, know where they hearin’ it
All of the blogs that filter the good and cater the bad, man, we need some clearer shit
I’m on a mission to find me some clarity
I’m on a mission to find me some clarity, ni***, yeah