Costs so much to be free
On me
It costs so much to be free
You recordin'? Ah
I gotta hustle somehow
I don't need it nothin' but right now
Like Cooper Kupp, I run routes
But I'm still up 'til sun out
Hope I don't crash, I'm burnt out
Tryna make it last, my first child
I don't care how it turn out
I taught myself to learn how
Made all my lessons worthwhile
It ain't a question, no doubt
I know I'm blessed and hurt smile
So I guess it worked out
Sometimes, the stress get the best of me and I rest in hurt (Ouch, ah, ah)
Weight of the world on my shoulders, I guess I'll do some squats
Anything's possible, but one thing I can't do is stop
Been sayin' I'm headed to the house, say it since 2 o'clock
Feel like I ain't done enough even though I do a lot
I don't know if you knew or not, but I don't care who was hot
Fuck that gotta do with me, I'm grindin' regardless
I can't take it easy, I remember when times was the hardest
Heart of a hustler combined with the mind of an artist
Step into the nightlights where every night's fright night
Since young niggas, we been gettin' lit like Lite Brites
My brother was touchin' enough keys to typewrite
If he ever got caught, he'd be assed out like Ice Spice
We go and get it the only way we know how
I hid my green in the dumpster, I called it Oscar the Grouch
It wasn't Sesame Street, but we count it up like Count Dracula
And we push them big birds until them alphabets capture us
Life ain't sweet when you shackled up, but it's part of the game
But ain't no MVPs, and there ain't no hall of fame
I wanted better
That's not to say I wasn't conflicted, I needed cheddar
I saw what the struggle did to my mama, I had to help her
And mama would prefer that no one knows
That times got rough, she couldn't afford to buy our clothes
I just wanted to make my mama proud of yours truly
Just to find out she tryna sue me, damn
When they say freedom ain't free, I see what they mean
The streets ain't for me, but we just can't leave
Freedom ain't free
Freedom ain't free
When they say freedom ain't free, I see what they mean
The streets ain't for me, but we just can't leave
Yeah
Freedom ain't free
Ah, stepbrothers
Yeah
Long live Pif
