Born to Be Free

Music: Christian Browne/Ethan Hayes/Chris Blom Lyrics: Christian Browne/Chris Blom/Ethan Hayes

Ayy I was sittin' in an interview and he asked me like Like, do I regret the shit that I did? And I'm tellin' the nigga, like, what am I gonna regret the shit- How I'ma regret some shit made me me? Everything, the shit I did, done made me me So why the **** I'ma change that? That would change me Shit hit me like 2014 on the bus, I ain't have no car Ain't nobody think I was gonna get far 'Cause a nigga sell weed and I tot my Glock That was my first time ever seein' jail but a nigga ain't know that it won't gon' stop I ain't lеarn 'cause I ain't takin' it serious walking 'round in my socks Niggas be hatin' I bе making 'em furious walking 'round with all these rocks Crackers be watching us we be makin' them curious buyin' up all these Glocks It was like 2016, I traded a 380 for my chop Who would have guessed it one year later, 2017, yeah I'd be locked? 2018 I was in that box Crackers took my mat I was sleepin' on rocks I was countin' down and watchin' the clock November when I drop 2019 a nigga was chillin' by 2020 I was back in that box I spent New Year's with my cellie smokin' weed, drinkin' liquor I could see fireworks out my window, I done shed tears on top of this bunk Crackers might lock me up but that won't stop my shine 'cause I'm a star They knew I was gon' go to prison I knew I was gon' go to Johnny They won't turn me to no victim I went hard until I got it back right And then the nigga asked me how I felt like what-, what you was goin' through what you was, man, ya feel me? I was like man that shit-,that shit be I don't know you get to the point where that shit be second nature Nigga just be, shit stickin' and movin', ya feel me? I'm doin', I'm doin' a bid Ayy, I felt abandoned Lost inside my thoughts feel like I'm stranded Crackers tryna take me from my family State say they want nine tell the lawyer don't even answer I was doin' State time same clothes, three days, no hamper Seven months alone behind them doors, no handle I would kick your door and take your TVs Now I take my picture with my flash you'll see my VVS Niggas bit my hand they must have felt they weren't gon' need me I could see fireworks out my window I done shed tears on top of this bunk Crackers might lock me up but that won't stop my shine 'cause I'm a star They knew I was gon' go to prison I knew I was gon' go to Johnny They won't turn me to no victim I went hard until I got it back right