#FREEMIR Lyrics

Bro, I do not give a fuck

About what them niggas are saying

To other people

All I know

Is that if a nigga got a problem

They could come to me

I don't give a fuck about they shoes

I don't give a fuck about they shirt

I don't give a fuck about what color they wearing

I don't give a fuck if they mom is pregnant

I don't give a fuck if they

I don't give a fuck if they mothafuckin' adopted

Feelin like I'm Jigga in that

Tom Ford

You can't buy respect

I told them niggas gotta die for it

Snatch a nigga rollie

Get it back when you got

Time for it

That's not how I wanted to say that but

Fuck it we gonna keep rolling

Know that they want me dead

Knew I was under the scope when

We stomped on the street yelling

Fuck all the feds

Knew I was ready to die when

I saw the chaos and I ain't even flinch

I heard the screams and the yells and explosions

The shrapnel had missed by an inch

I knew that they was adjacent to crackers

When they said to die in a war

But when my body becomes an example

They profit, they padding the score

Salt in the wound that was given by poverty

I levitate to the gore

Gimme a blicky, I turn into Givi and

Air this bitch out for the boys

Fuck all the noise

Told em' to leave me alone

Niggas be ready for jazz tryna

Fuck with the kid like they Karl Malone

You might've rallied to tell us to vote

But you never would throw you a stone

Talkin bout peace when police

Got the dogs and the guns and the

Shields and the hose

That's why you ain't known

You do not get the respect

If you haven't been there to protect our homes

Tongue of a poet but

When has the words of a man ever

Threaten the throne

I pray to God every day that

I never react to the hate in my bones

Wonder if He would condone

He got drakes with two wands

I call them bitches Cosmo and Wanda

See us and know that you in the hood

They treat the kid like the rock of Gibraltar

Had to wash up about two times

Gotta be clean before I hit the altar

Cut up a nigga like coupons

That be a buck 50 off the offer

I do not fuck with these niggas like

Bell Hooks

Shake a nigga down

Now he shell shook

I been fucked up ever since cuz

Had to touch down in that cell, look

Talking body bags, and the hashtags

Niggas getting bodied on the false flags

They don't know the full story

All they saw was the bloodstains on the dishrag

I don't feel bad for a bitch ass fraud

Told em' don't miss but he did cause

He couldn't just handle the kickback, lawd

Strength of the discipline

I fear no thing but Allah

Even though I'm flawed

History always absolving the ones

That you thought were the underdog

Free Mir

Fuck them niggas

Niggas think we was gonna be sweet cause

They momma pregnant

Mothafucka, I don't give a fuck if

Ya momma got knocked up, nigga

Now she bouta get knocked out, nigga

Ironically, in astronomy, the word revolution means

A celestial object that comes full circle

Did you know that

Which, if you think about it

It's pretty funny

Considering here on earth

It means change