Black the Freethinka - One Flew Over Lyrics

This is what they ask for, 80s baby crack flo
Bitches call me Freethinka, niggas say its Black hoe
Fresh pack of Swisher Sweets, yeah im finna crack those
Riding wit a classy freak, I dont f*ck wit rat hoes
Yeah im in da hood too, higher than the crime rate
Its f*cked up what poverty do to these niggas mindstates
Got em climbin in ya window Bruhman, fire escape
Gut-punch ya food out, ask you how the 9 taste
This is what they want right, make em understand it
Poker face, trump tight, Boston in my hand bitch
Hunned miles and runnin while I'm dodging Uncle Sam (shit)
Erbody gunning at me they aint got a damn hit
Money murder loud pack, need to chang ya content
Ignorance is bliss then what the f*ck is nonsense
Call it how I see it all yall sound identical
(Look) The Black God dropping muf*ckin miracles
This is what they asked for, honored to oblige you
Pull ya card Bateman Im a muthaf*ckin psycho
Eggshells bitch I'd rather walk a tight rope
I get enough flack no hell from these white folks
Young black Freethinka bet the world know me
Try to be Tom Stall but still crazy f*ckin Joey
Except I aint from Philly Im from the Murder Mitten
When Im in Naptown Grub House Philly Chicken
Wit a peach Faygo, nigga this beat fuego
Pay me whatchu owe, who in the hell ah say no
Shout out to Re-mane, these bitches no bueno
Mortal Kombat, bitch I think Im Kano
Flawless victory, Im making History
Im like Stokely over snares in a different key
This is Malcolm X produced by a track from Premo
Im smoking like a patient bald like im getting chemo
Everything I say dope this should be illegal
I got the heart of a lion but my borther's a Leo
Im a Gemini shit and My papa's a Taurus
My mama and my son a Libra my daughter is gorgeous
Imma family man, you can die if you hurt em
Put you right in the dirt, it aint likely its certain
Cause my patience is none, so i dare you to try
You already dug a hole dont get buried alive