"Free Jewels" lyrics
"Free Jewels"
[Lukey Cage:]
Peace, I'ma learn you
Back in the day, you go the studio, you pay your hundred dollars a hour for your fuckin' studio time and shit
Get that shit mixed and mastered and shit, know what I'm sayin'?
A lot of mothafuckas got funded by drug dealers, know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas that did crime, that's why hip-hop a lil' bit harder
Cause niggas that had money, know what I'm sayin', they was sellin' drugs
They was out there gettin' it how they live and shit, know what I'm sayin'? Boom
And then they went into the studio with that money, with that fast life money
Nowadays, everybody can get in the studio
The studio is the apartment, know what I mean?
The studio is the crib, they mommas crib, they mommas basement, know what I'm sayin'?
In the room, know what I'm sayin'? Boom boom boom
Like, hip-hop is supposed to be special and shit
Niggas don't got no talent cause babies know how to work the tablet, my nigga
I seen babies work the tablet, five year olds and shit work the tablet, yo
Anybody can do this shit! Know what I'm sayin'?
A caveman can do it, like that Geico shit
But not everybody can do this shit good
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"A Bullet For Every Heathen" (2019)
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