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Oliver Francis – Hanz Freestyle

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Lyrics Oliver Francis – Hanz Freestyle

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Yo
Aye
Been at this shit for a minute
I’ve been running with the same dudes since the beginning

Homie yall need to listen
Your favorite rappers is mad soft
Twistin’ up the spliff
I hit that shit and I blast off yeah
Ooh, if I was you I’d be jealous
Got that pretty boy swagger
I feel like Soulja Boy tell ’em
Nah there ain’t shit you can tell us
We sippin’ drinks with umbrellas
I had enough of yall emissions
I pull up in the Tesla
Way that I been spittin’ dope
Bitch you can bag it up
Tell these label A&Rs to ease the fuck up off my nuts
Ain’t signing shit cause they ain’t paying what I’m due
I’m just tryna kick a rap without no one to answer to
All my life I thought that all I wanted was come clout
Turns out that I just wanted somebody to hear me out
Now I’m stuck in a car underwater and I can’t get out
Screaming «what the fuck, can anybody out there hear me now?»
So now I gots to lay my armor down
Spit some real shit
Sit on the couch and blaze another ounce
My homies and my family
Best believe that Imma hold ’em down
You find us in Miami with Baby and we be rollin’ loud
This shit is more than punchlines
This my real life
I’m in some Polo Ralph Lauren looking real nice
I was broke as fuck homie you gotta realize
I kept my eyes on the prize and I made the shit mine
We smoking dope in the Civic
I make a beat
I grab the mic
And then I proceed to kill it
I’m just a regular dude
More than a vibe its the truth
I got a habit for spending my cash on Polo and shoes
This for the kids who go and turn their bedroom into a stu
You know I am and I will always be a kid just like you
Yeah I remember feelin’ stuck
Was all alone in my room
Would always stay up late as fuck
And then I wake up at noon
But we the new school Soundcloud and YouTube
Hard to find your truth
Everybody want confuse you
I been tryna walk a righteous path
Spark the blunt and flick the ash
Turkey bag full of gas
You might see me blowin’ pass in that
Mercedes Benz
Bitch I copped it myself
I ain’t got no mommy daddy money
Ain’t had no help
Fuck all that Gucci and Balenciaga
I rock the Ralph
Man yall keep tryna be each other
Imma just be myself
Yo