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PSA (Freestyle) Video (MV)




Performed By: Chillwillphl
Language: English
Length: 1:38
Written by: William Irons III




Chillwillphl - PSA (Freestyle) Lyrics
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I'm different
Tryna restructure these wings to fly again
Focus on love and not the time I spent
Lost some hope but I will never lose this Confidence
My God the only reason that I'm Provident
You not the shit
Everybody need a place to vent
This my rocket ship
Take my out my space
N Out her face
My propagative
No more open mics
You not gon tell me how much time I get
Or treat me like a counterfeit
I'm out this
But I'm still humble like a huxtuable
Like Harden gotta use to the uncomfortable
I'm on it doe, Coming early, Staying late, I want it more
Before you step in , You gotta know what you want it for
Some say it's hard but if ain't a Passion it's gon be a job
They pull ya card, only cause you said you was gon get involved
Don't disregard love the ones in ya life just to be a fraud
You did it wrong
Now it's way too late
Just uh
Let's get it back
You way to old to go for tit for tat
Ya petty raps
Really don't convince me it's the boom n bap
Come give me facts
Or less I'm gon think all them chains are cap
Ya jeweler ass
Never needed shiny things to get me past
You might just crash
Niggas way too lazy they might pull a calf
You need a staff
And them other people who gon get you pass
This a different league, This a different craft
Me vs you do the mental math
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I'm different
Tryna restructure these wings to fly again
Focus on love and not the time I spent
Lost some hope but I will never lose this Confidence
My God the only reason that I'm Provident
You not the shit
Everybody need a place to vent
This my rocket ship
Take my out my space
N Out her face
My propagative
No more open mics
You not gon tell me how much time I get
Or treat me like a counterfeit
I'm out this
But I'm still humble like a huxtuable
Like Harden gotta use to the uncomfortable
I'm on it doe, Coming early, Staying late, I want it more
Before you step in , You gotta know what you want it for
Some say it's hard but if ain't a Passion it's gon be a job
They pull ya card, only cause you said you was gon get involved
Don't disregard love the ones in ya life just to be a fraud
You did it wrong
Now it's way too late
Just uh
Let's get it back
You way to old to go for tit for tat
Ya petty raps
Really don't convince me it's the boom n bap
Come give me facts
Or less I'm gon think all them chains are cap
Ya jeweler ass
Never needed shiny things to get me past
You might just crash
Niggas way too lazy they might pull a calf
You need a staff
And them other people who gon get you pass
This a different league, This a different craft
Me vs you do the mental math
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Writer: William Irons III
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