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sey - freeze lyrics

[intro]
yeah, sey
haha
matty

[verse]
fire up a philly blunt to get my head right
i said i’m callin’ up some hoes
you know i need some head, right?
y-y-yea right
i’m tryna get the whole box
lemme open up the locks
see i ain’t got no ‘locks, but i’m a savage
and i’m a hustler, baby, you know i gotta have it
keep the customers crazy
for the product
yea i’m a product
of my experience
i know ya feelin’ it
‘fill it to the top with moet’
and spill a little chandon
on the lanvin
saint laurent ties
as i’m goin’ thru my armoire
pick my ensemble
heart on my sleeve
call me comme des garçons
i’m fire, no arson
i’m higher, you are none
’til the coppers stopping n-ggas
steady grabbing for our gun
maybe if we had had one
man they pattin’ us mad rough
cause they patent us mad rough
get it? hope they ain’t plant no drugs

[hook]
and they screamin’ out
‘freeze, n-gga!’ (x8)

[verse 2]
crooked motherf-ckers
actin’ like they helpin’ something
but when n-ggas yell
they running
opposite ways
if cops could get paid
for all the bodies dropped
i think they would never stop
they already do
it could be me, it could be you
but it could never be jimmy
cause little jimmy got this thingy
called ‘good white skin’
see, it erase your sin
and it prevent all pain
and if it ain’t no rain in southern california
how come these bullets rain
inflicting pain, the blood all on us?
i’m seein’ twitter mourn us
i want a better morning
don’t wanna wake up to that sh-t
another dead reporting
don’t wanna have to make this sh-t
that i just been recording
and if the revolution need a score
then i’ma score it
i’m scorsese on these motherf-ckers
goin’ crazy on you motherf-ckers
never lazy on you motherf-ckers
putting cases on you undercovers
undercovers f-ckin’ with my brothers

[hook]

[verse 3]
waking up in a trap house
what is that about?
economic
it’s where all the blacks be now
i’m too radical
they might never back me now
like i’m rich
never accepted a hand me down
don’t matter, cops see us
wanna pat me down
so you can’t be down
with all that f-ck sh-t
come together
and the hate
rise above it
we in belly of it
they k!llin’ all our cousins
and a game of twitter dozens
don’t even change the fact
it take a nation of millions to hold us back
and they numbers steady dwindlin’
so what the f-ck is that?
‘opportunity be knocking at my door’
they breakin’ in, guns drawn, put us on the floor
going through our pockets, they really wanted more
they gonna plant drugs, treat us like thugs
but at the end of the day, we don’t give no f-cks

- sey lyrics

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