Freestyle Depois da Cadeia

Like Spider-Man saving the city, swinging his web
This is the first freestyle since I got out of jail
I was locked up, some forgot about me
Others remembered, some cried
Crocodile tears don’t make it to heaven
And on TV, they said I was a criminal
I saw my dad was sad about me
God, forgive this sin of mine

I was locked up in a cell
When I get out, it’s a party in the hood
What a fake scene, fuck that
I showed up to bury you all

I got trap in my blood, up in the hood they play funk
Haters talk shit, but then they come to my show
They tried to beat me down, painting me as the villain
But a wounded lion is still a lion
They hurt my heart, today I came back stronger
I only gave in because I didn’t want a bloody war

I got trap in my blood, up in the hood they play funk
Haters talk shit, but then they come to my show
They tried to beat me down, painting me as the villain
But a wounded lion is still a lion

Like Spider-Man saving the city, swinging his web
This is the first freestyle since I got out of jail
I was locked up, some forgot about me
Others remembered, some cried
Crocodile tears don’t make it to heaven
And on TV, they said I was a criminal
I saw my dad was sad about me
God, forgive this sin of mine