Young Roddy - Freedom Of Speech lyrics

What, what? Good Sense Uh and I know this sh** ain't sweet but it's lovely I gotta get it while the getting good brotha And they always talking that bank sh** But them n***as ain't get no money And they always talking that pimp sh** but them n***as ain't get no cutty And they stay talking bout that gun sh** I lost homeboys to that dumb sh** So When you speak that fake sh** my n***a I don't feel that But on the real they said im bringing that real back Put a padlock on my style before they steal that Even a b**h will get you set up where I live at sh** so I don't trust these hoes and that's a fact But Its better safe than sorry so I go in strapped Yeah I'm talking bout my condom and my lama Rule number one is d**h before dishonor You want the finer things in life, better get to grinding But God damn dog they reachin for my colar And I swear like Mary I don't want no drama Stay high of that marilyn marijuana Cause in my section I will one day never doubt it But for that love of that cash them n***as is riding dog But you can miss me with that fake sh** ain't no time for it Barely send 25 n***as is dying They coming for my head they want me dead or alive Uh and it ain't no job most n***as jive But it's all good I'm in the best shape of my life n***a And keep up but only if you can And if you could n***a I speed up I got my first rap check What I do? reup, you know what they say They say good weed will cause amnesia and I know how It go A closed mouth dont eat gotta speak up I got my money clean but my rap sheet is cleana And meanwhile I've been tryna duck them evils Chop it up with dizzle while we smoking on this diesel But they wouldn't care like been the [?] And for that fast money dem n***as hustling like its legal And for the fast money I swear to god that sh** get lethal And to my old life, farewell mane cause on the real That sh** was living in hell man Oh Good Sense