The price of freedom is death
The price of freedom is death
The price of freedom is death
That's why it's nothing but a lot of slave niggas left
That's why these underpaid Black grave diggers left
Cause they tired of seeing they brethren take they last breath
Rather than wake up and take Manifest Destiny serious
Look up and stretch ya mind if you're curious
Then recollect all the things that's mysterious
Visit the pyramids, see where you came from
And pick up the deck of cards that you were dealt and make of it the best
Sentence inversion, my verses are worded and picky and wordy and flowy on purpose
Really I'm nerdy, I heard from a birdy that Coley been working, his hands getting dirty
Learning to switch up my flow
Anyway I wanna do it when I gotta show
These other rappers that I'm not the one for the jokes
When it comes to spitting bars, in is the only way I go
Stacking dividends, watch my empire grow
Rapping with Eminem or Kendrick when I blow
Spitting shit on my day off, I got a furlough
But I burn slow, keep a sack in my pocket like I'm Worrilow
Niggas talk behind my back, I don't worry though
I'm not the one to lack, I'm rapping like a burrito
Moody hooked me up with this shit, so I gotta kill it
Catastrophic flows, I'm feeling like a villain
Follow my intuition even through the intermission
Really I was the leader of the children with a vision
Nigga listen
I got a proposal, I'm boutta pitch it
But first I'ma let the beat vibe, check the switches
It's been two whole years since the tape first begun
I'm not his son, but dad daughter two, he turning twenty-one
It's Don Coley-On and no, Sonny not my son
But I do got mobsters, Fideleon with the gun
Love life still suck, looking for a new fish
Or a goat, or a ram, shit, whoever just fits
Into my life at the time, till then I'm working on myself
I'm tryna stack this paper turn this talent into wealth
Going stealth on these niggas if it ain't about some growth
Niggas only hit me if they tryna match a blunt to smoke
I give em the cold shoulder
All they talk about is promethazine in they soda
I did that four years ago, now I'm older
Honestly, I'm tryna meet my quota
Of spitting hot fire, that's why this tape has runneth over
This the bonus, if you niggas didn't notice
It's late summer, I'm about to bloom like a lotus
Don't remember the state of mind I was in when I wrote this
But if the price of freedom is death, then a lot of whites owe us
"A lot of whites owe us? What do they owe us?"
I'ma let y'all niggas fill in the blanks
Whites had freedom since they came to Africa to take our ancestors from our land
So why the f*ck we gotta wait, to get what we owed?
I'ma let this be known, I know some niggas tired of the positivity holmes
You see, I swear to God, niggas boutta get to stacking bodies
If they want a race war, I know some niggas with an army
And nan nigga wouldn't ever f*cking harm me
If they do, then I'm making some calls, ring the alarms
Cause these niggas that I ride with ready to pop bullets coming through
With they fingers on triggers ready to pull it
Now niggas getting scared cause they starting to feel it
I swear to God, y'all don't wanna see me be the villain
Be the villain
Be the villain
Y'all don't wanna see me be the villain
Coley: The Mixtape
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The price of freedom is death
The price of freedom is death
The price of freedom is death
That's why it's nothing but a lot of slave niggas left
That's why these underpaid Black grave diggers left
Cause they tired of seeing they brethren take they last breath
Rather than wake up and take Manifest Destiny serious
Look up and stretch ya mind if you're curious
Then recollect all the things that's mysterious
Visit the pyramids, see where you came from
And pick up the deck of cards that you were dealt and make of it the best
Sentence inversion, my verses are worded and picky and wordy and flowy on purpose
Really I'm nerdy, I heard from a birdy that Coley been working, his hands getting dirty
Learning to switch up my flow
Anyway I wanna do it when I gotta show
These other rappers that I'm not the one for the jokes
When it comes to spitting bars, in is the only way I go
Stacking dividends, watch my empire grow
Rapping with Eminem or Kendrick when I blow
Spitting shit on my day off, I got a furlough
But I burn slow, keep a sack in my pocket like I'm Worrilow
Niggas talk behind my back, I don't worry though
I'm not the one to lack, I'm rapping like a burrito
Moody hooked me up with this shit, so I gotta kill it
Catastrophic flows, I'm feeling like a villain
Follow my intuition even through the intermission
Really I was the leader of the children with a vision
Nigga listen
I got a proposal, I'm boutta pitch it
But first I'ma let the beat vibe, check the switches
It's been two whole years since the tape first begun
I'm not his son, but dad daughter two, he turning twenty-one
It's Don Coley-On and no, Sonny not my son
But I do got mobsters, Fideleon with the gun
Love life still suck, looking for a new fish
Or a goat, or a ram, shit, whoever just fits
Into my life at the time, till then I'm working on myself
I'm tryna stack this paper turn this talent into wealth
Going stealth on these niggas if it ain't about some growth
Niggas only hit me if they tryna match a blunt to smoke
I give em the cold shoulder
All they talk about is promethazine in they soda
I did that four years ago, now I'm older
Honestly, I'm tryna meet my quota
Of spitting hot fire, that's why this tape has runneth over
This the bonus, if you niggas didn't notice
It's late summer, I'm about to bloom like a lotus
Don't remember the state of mind I was in when I wrote this
But if the price of freedom is death, then a lot of whites owe us
"A lot of whites owe us? What do they owe us?"
I'ma let y'all niggas fill in the blanks
Whites had freedom since they came to Africa to take our ancestors from our land
So why the f*ck we gotta wait, to get what we owed?
I'ma let this be known, I know some niggas tired of the positivity holmes
You see, I swear to God, niggas boutta get to stacking bodies
If they want a race war, I know some niggas with an army
And nan nigga wouldn't ever f*cking harm me
If they do, then I'm making some calls, ring the alarms
Cause these niggas that I ride with ready to pop bullets coming through
With they fingers on triggers ready to pull it
Now niggas getting scared cause they starting to feel it
I swear to God, y'all don't wanna see me be the villain
Be the villain
Be the villain
Y'all don't wanna see me be the villain
Coley: The Mixtape
The price of freedom is death
The price of freedom is death
That's why it's nothing but a lot of slave niggas left
That's why these underpaid Black grave diggers left
Cause they tired of seeing they brethren take they last breath
Rather than wake up and take Manifest Destiny serious
Look up and stretch ya mind if you're curious
Then recollect all the things that's mysterious
Visit the pyramids, see where you came from
And pick up the deck of cards that you were dealt and make of it the best
Sentence inversion, my verses are worded and picky and wordy and flowy on purpose
Really I'm nerdy, I heard from a birdy that Coley been working, his hands getting dirty
Learning to switch up my flow
Anyway I wanna do it when I gotta show
These other rappers that I'm not the one for the jokes
When it comes to spitting bars, in is the only way I go
Stacking dividends, watch my empire grow
Rapping with Eminem or Kendrick when I blow
Spitting shit on my day off, I got a furlough
But I burn slow, keep a sack in my pocket like I'm Worrilow
Niggas talk behind my back, I don't worry though
I'm not the one to lack, I'm rapping like a burrito
Moody hooked me up with this shit, so I gotta kill it
Catastrophic flows, I'm feeling like a villain
Follow my intuition even through the intermission
Really I was the leader of the children with a vision
Nigga listen
I got a proposal, I'm boutta pitch it
But first I'ma let the beat vibe, check the switches
It's been two whole years since the tape first begun
I'm not his son, but dad daughter two, he turning twenty-one
It's Don Coley-On and no, Sonny not my son
But I do got mobsters, Fideleon with the gun
Love life still suck, looking for a new fish
Or a goat, or a ram, shit, whoever just fits
Into my life at the time, till then I'm working on myself
I'm tryna stack this paper turn this talent into wealth
Going stealth on these niggas if it ain't about some growth
Niggas only hit me if they tryna match a blunt to smoke
I give em the cold shoulder
All they talk about is promethazine in they soda
I did that four years ago, now I'm older
Honestly, I'm tryna meet my quota
Of spitting hot fire, that's why this tape has runneth over
This the bonus, if you niggas didn't notice
It's late summer, I'm about to bloom like a lotus
Don't remember the state of mind I was in when I wrote this
But if the price of freedom is death, then a lot of whites owe us
"A lot of whites owe us? What do they owe us?"
I'ma let y'all niggas fill in the blanks
Whites had freedom since they came to Africa to take our ancestors from our land
So why the f*ck we gotta wait, to get what we owed?
I'ma let this be known, I know some niggas tired of the positivity holmes
You see, I swear to God, niggas boutta get to stacking bodies
If they want a race war, I know some niggas with an army
And nan nigga wouldn't ever f*cking harm me
If they do, then I'm making some calls, ring the alarms
Cause these niggas that I ride with ready to pop bullets coming through
With they fingers on triggers ready to pull it
Now niggas getting scared cause they starting to feel it
I swear to God, y'all don't wanna see me be the villain
Be the villain
Be the villain
Y'all don't wanna see me be the villain
Coley: The Mixtape
Writer: Cole Jones-Ford
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid