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Freeplay (Lyrical Exercise, Pt. 2) Video (MV)




Performed By: Bobby Grand
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Bobby James, Jr Pope




Bobby Grand - Freeplay (Lyrical Exercise, Pt. 2) Lyrics
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F*ck it
Lets have some fun
BILISZN
Ay
Look
I be lookin forward to them dark times
Just so I can see the sunrise
Always been the resilient kind
I'm different
Cause I don't mind working for mines
10 steps ahead
So I'm not ever workin from behind
Get it how you live
That's what poppa told the kid
And always give 100 percent
Cause niggas don't respect that mid
Gotta live my dreams
You don't believe nigga
F*ck you mean?
Shooting for stardom
No room for pessimism on my team
I do this shit for the sneaker heads
And fashion nerds
Niggas that got a passion for rappin
Whenever tracks occur
Get that shit slappin and imma write a 16
Might give you a 100 bars
To show you this is my thing
He don't even write his raps
Foreal?
This is y'all king?
Come to a session wit BILI
Your ego leave in a sling
Your bitch leave in my whip
Que up my song
Then we dip
Trust me when I tell you
Wasn't just my bars on her lips
Ay
I like attackin beats
Used to rap fast
But then I slowed it down
You can catch
Every thought
Exactly
All about mastery
So when I'm done wrecking shit
F*ck a top 5
They'll never be another matching me
Half the niggas y'all claim running this shit
Is ass to me
Boo-boo bars
Them dudes sound like bastards
The sons of Kendrick
Cole and Drizzy
Lyrical exercise, flow too sick
You still ain't f*ckin wit me
Told you niggas the first time
King I claim right?
I wasn't jokin when I said that I meant it
They bet not let me in I'm telling you!
Its BILI
Let me get it back
I'm getting good at kickin shit
Y'all Kunta
Niggas gettin hype
Cuz they song sound like a blooper
Bringing pride to my city like June 30
The future
Speak kind on my name
One of my fans my shoot ya
Mister
F*ck on your sister
Then diss her
I never kissed
Put my hand over the phone
She tried to take a Picture
I can't be seen wit ya
That's blasphemy
Such a tragedy
I ain't hiding you
I'm hiding the world
Don't get mad at me
I'm just joking
Everybody relax
I'm just f*ckin around
Freeplay
I'm just warming up niggas
Ay
Alpha
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English

F*ck it
Lets have some fun
BILISZN
Ay
Look
I be lookin forward to them dark times
Just so I can see the sunrise
Always been the resilient kind
I'm different
Cause I don't mind working for mines
10 steps ahead
So I'm not ever workin from behind
Get it how you live
That's what poppa told the kid
And always give 100 percent
Cause niggas don't respect that mid
Gotta live my dreams
You don't believe nigga
F*ck you mean?
Shooting for stardom
No room for pessimism on my team
I do this shit for the sneaker heads
And fashion nerds
Niggas that got a passion for rappin
Whenever tracks occur
Get that shit slappin and imma write a 16
Might give you a 100 bars
To show you this is my thing
He don't even write his raps
Foreal?
This is y'all king?
Come to a session wit BILI
Your ego leave in a sling
Your bitch leave in my whip
Que up my song
Then we dip
Trust me when I tell you
Wasn't just my bars on her lips
Ay
I like attackin beats
Used to rap fast
But then I slowed it down
You can catch
Every thought
Exactly
All about mastery
So when I'm done wrecking shit
F*ck a top 5
They'll never be another matching me
Half the niggas y'all claim running this shit
Is ass to me
Boo-boo bars
Them dudes sound like bastards
The sons of Kendrick
Cole and Drizzy
Lyrical exercise, flow too sick
You still ain't f*ckin wit me
Told you niggas the first time
King I claim right?
I wasn't jokin when I said that I meant it
They bet not let me in I'm telling you!
Its BILI
Let me get it back
I'm getting good at kickin shit
Y'all Kunta
Niggas gettin hype
Cuz they song sound like a blooper
Bringing pride to my city like June 30
The future
Speak kind on my name
One of my fans my shoot ya
Mister
F*ck on your sister
Then diss her
I never kissed
Put my hand over the phone
She tried to take a Picture
I can't be seen wit ya
That's blasphemy
Such a tragedy
I ain't hiding you
I'm hiding the world
Don't get mad at me
I'm just joking
Everybody relax
I'm just f*ckin around
Freeplay
I'm just warming up niggas
Ay
Alpha
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Writer: Bobby James, Jr Pope
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