Verse 1
This is what you call living free
No nine to five living I'm just busy being me
And yeah I'm working on my raps and I ain't stressing over money
But I know I need a job and that's before I hit twenty god damn
But hey mama, I ain't to good with that working
I'd rather be a dreamer in my room just tryna find purpose
With some girls that be flirting
And a beat that stay bumping
And some cash in my pocket
Told papa Ima be something
And that I gotta make it on my own if Ima make it out this home
And cop a crib with some whips and then cuff a bad b**h
But till then I'm just probably chilling on my Mac sh**
With a couple homies and steady working on this rap ish
Hook
I'm living free this is how its suppose to be
No stressing over time or that money
I just write rhymes, live my life and make beats
And this is what you call living free
No stressing over time or that money
Yeah I'm working on my raps and I ain't stressing over money
But I know I need a job and that's before I hit twenty god damn