We live in the Land of the Free; but we trapped
Explain that to me...
[Verse One]
As I roll
Posted up with my afro
Take command commando
We trapped up in that bando
Ain't trying to see cops right now
Ain't trying to feel the 40 cal
Hang ten like it surfboard now
With the wave up on my brow
Why I got these Yeezys
If I can't show em off to beezys
And thotties
I'm sorry
I dont feel comfortable in Bugattis
Nor a rarri
Speed on the track
Rhythm and poetry
Backpack rap
Sorry Bino I am that
Lame homie
Way I k** it is a shame homie
I don't need hooks sh**s insane homie
Way I spit you feel the reign coming
Lion but I act so tame don't he?
Guess that's why they watching
Make shopping so awkward
Make walking so awkward
[Hook One]
Im running with my dogs yeah
Its like we running from the law
But we pay tax and yeah we vote
Didn't know black was still banned tho
Well f** the law get in the car well ride out in that bando
Riding in that bando
Riding in that bando
Riding in that bando
Riding in that bando
In here to break the bank
I done make mistakes
Broken teeth and Hennessy
I'm from the streets
Got holes to show
Tanning on a beach
But that's not for me
I'm here for the drinks
So f** a cooler
Shots
To
Madulaaaa
Flow la Flame never the same
So a shouts goes out to Scooterrr
And I'm rapping like a legend
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