A Pressure - Freedom Lyrics

Turn me up in the headphones (yeah)
They say it's pain in music
But when you feel it
You feel that shit from your soul
Rest in peace Showtimes
Rest in peace my young n****s
I do this for the ones on the corner (yeah)

Caught up in them trenches
Jumping over fences
N****s in the game now we got up off them benches
Focused on the money give a f*ck about them bitches
Don't get caught up in the limelight stick to the riches
I done see n****s cross me f*ck n****s
Lost me
N****s got on took the chance tried took off me
Couple shots they missed that
40 got a kickback
So if you n****s try me you're gonna die when I spit that
It's Rest in peace my enemies
Turn them into memories
Ruler it'll school yeah
Let's not make this an assembly
Popped up on them with the mask
Bet you they remember me
Niggas giving statements no wonder that judge sentenced me
So i'm shackled in them chains
Turned a freeman to a slave
I was caught up in my Ways
Counting months instead of days
Just a product of the system
That's the way that I was raised
Either kill or be killed
Either stand or You cave
I'd be damned if I fold
So many n****s told
You thinking that he's solid
He ain't sticking to the code
You thinking that he violent
Until them n****s come impose
Put that cold steel on em
Seen to many n****s froze
Now you getting judged by 12 (12)
Judge offering L's (L's)
Could of took you a plea deal but it's pretrail so it sailed (no)
Codefendant Got tested and he took a deal so he failed
Put a stamp on your future now your freedom only through mail damn

It doesn't matter
It really doesn't matter
Cause you know when you not in control of the outcome
It don't matter what i say
It dont matter how many times
It don't matter again
It dont matter how many times you say that
People are going to believe what they want to believe anyway
So why waste my time
(Yeah, damn, gotta feel it)

(Yeah, uhh)
Time getting longer
Hate grow thicker
Get a camera here's a canvas
I'm a paint y'all a picture
Cough when you squat
Cuffed with your opps
And ain't no checking in either you bomb or you're popped
All them A.S.E.G. trips getting food through that slot
I done seen cold hearted killers making Salat
All the pain that I feel
That hatred was real
Account on empty I can't fix me a Meal (woah)
N***a tell me where's the love (love)
Cause I was just the plug (plug)
And I can't get no money from the ones I fronted drugs (no)
But y'all could hit the gram
Post up pictures in the club
Popping bottles for them bitches don't forget about your bra (no)
It's no wonder n****s lost me
Too many n****s cross me (cross me)
Got me f*cked up you think that I'm gonna let you off me (facts)
N****s changed up well I promise it's gonna be costly
Good dude turned evil remember you n****s forced me (forreal)