free la (feat. idntrmmbr)

Would you search for me if I went missing

Would you pull that revolver and seek vengeance

Would you mourn for years and keep me in your

Twitter mentions

Would you love me if I don't love myself beyond

The independence

I burn for living, No I burn forgiveness

Would you love me If I quit my job

When times got confusing

Or saying the lord and savior the only reason

We losing

I blame you, No I blame me

I'm too serious but I made it this far

If I wasn't so serious I wouldn't have made it this far

I blame me but I'm not loveable

She touch me but I'm untouchable

I'm nothing but trouble

I remember them launchables

I'm I'm still fumbling

My mother say that I'm brave

And I'm trynna compare it

Cause **** pussy

I can feel it through the style they wearing

They loud speaking

But the voice got some tear in it

**** never stand for nothing

Roots of pain been consumption

Imprisoned by the systems made

With the love of chains

Louie belts and Gucci frames

You know why we will never change

I ain't no preacher ****

Who coming after me

We lost rappers actors

Been way to many casualties

I shed my pain causally

Nobody can take it

It's hard to change the world

Some people can get complacent

It's hard to be patient

So my patience is vacant

Anybody in my way

I just might have to spray shit

I've been striving for something

Before I came out the womb

I been hiding in substance

It's time I come out the room

Family loves and that's what some family does

And I'm familiar with long hugs and giving

Plenty of love

And Im familiar with some thugs

They choosing plenty of drugs

I don't blame em cause the loss been equal to the buzz

What if I got locked for crimes I ain't never commit

What if the doctor said its too soon

I prolly ain't gon make it

Would you understand

If I went back to bussin' counterfeits

Would you leave if your parents say

I prolly ain't fit

I do it for you

But I can't be no enforcer

I'm trynna leave my insecurities

But I can't divorce her

Different type of warfare

Emotions is like torture

You want the porsches

Diamonds and money and college courses

What if I could never give you that

What if I pushed you far away

And went back to the trap

What if I got locked

Would you say free em

No holding back

Remember days

Running in and out that cul-de-sac

Now it's time to pick a strap