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Creem - Free Hands (feat. Skid & NJCee) Lyrics



Creem - Free Hands (feat. Skid & NJCee) Lyrics




Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't trynna resist, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't got a gun, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't trynna resist, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't got a gun, why you fire at me?

Walkin through these streets, tho it's never safe
Why the gun on my head? I ain't ever misbehavin
Why you gotta kill, don't you got a family?
Don't you got a kid, sir? Don't you got a daughter?
That you gotta feed, and provide the needs?
Food, on ya table, while the powerless bleeds
Why the need to bleed tho?
Isn't it illegal, is it just your ego?
Boosted by that f*cker on the throne -- F*cker on the throne
Holiest of hypocrites, golden glove on iron fist
Sound of the police, it's the sound beast
Yo it's kinda weird, how I'm feelin now
Cause I feel am in danger when the po's around~
When the po's around yo -- I feel am in danger when the po's around

Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't trynna resist, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't got a gun, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't trynna resist, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't got a gun, why you fire at me?

Hounds of the government biting their fellowmen
Planting ketamine on bodies of dead men
PO1 acting the president - fat, condescending, and arrogant.
After every raid there's dividend, If you break the law, they'll make you bend
Bullets on your body like Uncle Ben, Impunity on my Spider Sense
Just tryna save this Mary Jane But you slinging shots like Spiderman
Bodies dropping like it's hot, Police calling every shot
Men with no mugshots, They be spilling guts
Acting like the baddest, Flashing out their badges
Shooting little boys by the batches
Further hatches My grudges
It's the heartless Killing of the masses

Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't trynna resist, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't got a gun, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't trynna resist, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't got a gun, why you fire at me?

Fire at me, devour me, I know you wanna hire me
To be apart of the system that doesn't have unity
Lie at me, corrupt me, threat me, supply me, seeing my rebel potential causes you anxiety
Uncomfy and lightly frightened, I dont bite B, Feelin like Vin Diesel cause im all about family
Lost all my jewelry, unfriend by the jury, colorful pigs paid to plant pops surely
Captain get laid with a bitch made fury, I cannot wait til the snitch get buried
Jealousy jakes wish we shake mad stories, I can relate to the clown who shot Murray
All my savings went gone for surety bond, I feel numb, being dumb got them run this program
Hosted by non other than self empowerment --
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Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't trynna resist, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't got a gun, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't trynna resist, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't got a gun, why you fire at me?

Walkin through these streets, tho it's never safe
Why the gun on my head? I ain't ever misbehavin
Why you gotta kill, don't you got a family?
Don't you got a kid, sir? Don't you got a daughter?
That you gotta feed, and provide the needs?
Food, on ya table, while the powerless bleeds
Why the need to bleed tho?
Isn't it illegal, is it just your ego?
Boosted by that f*cker on the throne -- F*cker on the throne
Holiest of hypocrites, golden glove on iron fist
Sound of the police, it's the sound beast
Yo it's kinda weird, how I'm feelin now
Cause I feel am in danger when the po's around~
When the po's around yo -- I feel am in danger when the po's around

Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't trynna resist, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't got a gun, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't trynna resist, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't got a gun, why you fire at me?

Hounds of the government biting their fellowmen
Planting ketamine on bodies of dead men
PO1 acting the president - fat, condescending, and arrogant.
After every raid there's dividend, If you break the law, they'll make you bend
Bullets on your body like Uncle Ben, Impunity on my Spider Sense
Just tryna save this Mary Jane But you slinging shots like Spiderman
Bodies dropping like it's hot, Police calling every shot
Men with no mugshots, They be spilling guts
Acting like the baddest, Flashing out their badges
Shooting little boys by the batches
Further hatches My grudges
It's the heartless Killing of the masses

Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't trynna resist, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't got a gun, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't trynna resist, why you fire at me?
Why you gotta fire at me?
I ain't got a gun, why you fire at me?

Fire at me, devour me, I know you wanna hire me
To be apart of the system that doesn't have unity
Lie at me, corrupt me, threat me, supply me, seeing my rebel potential causes you anxiety
Uncomfy and lightly frightened, I dont bite B, Feelin like Vin Diesel cause im all about family
Lost all my jewelry, unfriend by the jury, colorful pigs paid to plant pops surely
Captain get laid with a bitch made fury, I cannot wait til the snitch get buried
Jealousy jakes wish we shake mad stories, I can relate to the clown who shot Murray
All my savings went gone for surety bond, I feel numb, being dumb got them run this program
Hosted by non other than self empowerment --
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Writer: Jude Palmerola
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Creem
Language: English
Length: 3:57
Written by: Jude Palmerola

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