Mick Jenkins - Free Nation Rebel Soldier lyrics

[Intro] You made a good choice B This is that raw right here B This isn't that bullsh** n***as play with You know what I'm saying? This is that real raw raw right here dude You made a good choice man [Verse 1: Mick Jenkins] Start the steamer We steaming the marijuana Like spark plugs for the conversation Free Nation Rebels a compilation of real n***as Field n***as, don't you let us off the chain Cause we plotting, I'm just writing Fingers bleeding like I'm picking cotton Fresh jazz, but I spit it rotten Put vendettas in the letters for the mail But I'm picking Stockton f** your stocks, I'm a bigger option f** your couch, you a opp In my socks, we can get it popping Get the picture, we don't do the cropping Clean floor, we don't do no mopping f** you thought it was n***as talk, we don't make them stop Cuz we often too busy with debacles To worry about the debauchery, oh All saints is the brand of the scarf Got caught up with a case n***a handcuffed with a narc I ain't never preaching above you Just telling you about the struggle Cause the flash ain't never going to bring the light to the dark It's all good Like the kush I been puffing with this ginger ale This world cold but it's nothing if you been in hell I tell them patience isn't hard when you been in jail Ready for the war, n***a, Tom Clancy, Splinter Cell Since they whooped Emmett Till sh** done been real Billy with the wood club and sword with the pencil Use a stencil And probably still couldn't trace Sean Puffing up pepper spray And they say I'm spitting mace Back in '96 When Patti Mayonnaise was a bad b**h and Hip hop was still full of cla**ics Not a bunch of trees Just a bunch of truth and the fruit be the leaves n***a let me see your roots Homie stay grounded Don't let them flies turn your hopes into hurt Cause the highs just like holes in a skirt Fam I never chase it How you talk sh**, you never taste it? I see through the lies like I had Lasik I'm never basic Face it You n***as faking You need a face lift I see the makeup, the whips, chains, and the bracelets And that don't mean a damn thing to me No that don't mean a damn thing to Free You talking truth you better bring the trees You talking truth you better bring the trees You better get to know me I move in silence like I'm with Shinobi Need a shooter, better get a Kobe You want to wrestle with these words then I'm Mick Foley This Trees and Truths but I've been k**ing them since k**ing Them Softly [Hook] I thought I told you Free Nation Rebel Soldier I got love for all of my n***as Scream make money money take money money, what Make money money take money money, what I got love for all of my n***as Scream make money money take money money, what Make money money take money money, what Free Nation in the place to be tonight (x4) Now put your hands up (x4) I got love for all of my n***as Free Nation Rebel Soldier Free Nation Rebel Soldier