freedom or fame ?

[Intro] [?] [Verse 1: jev.] Freedom or fame? My niggas dyin' the same I got stripes like pyjama boy, you know they keep me sane Even if they got a case, how we figure though That's a blood diamond, niggas killing over minerals She tell me stay with me even though she got a man Doin' 25 in a different typa cell 'Cause they got a kid in a different typa hell He hurtin' to the core prolly never understand Why momma heartbroken and she mix it with the meds And he prolly heard her scream 'cause I heard it from the back "Jev, you overlooked", then I'm overrated Then they fucking love me, then they fucking hate it What the fuck am I to say? We celebrate in bed while they celebrate conviction into non-fiction Typa world we live in it's official Y'all claiming y'all the greatest, underrated Niggas better eat it up and swallow that pride It's lord Chappo, fucking up your morals Believe me when I tell you that the way this niggas sorrow 'Cause after that it's bottles and all typa models And bitch I need some top, let me borrow yo' bravado, we tuff, nigga Hopping out that Benz, nigga Aiming red dots at your white flags like Japan, nigga How I care for the fam, nigga When you come for the crown, best to not miss, nigga [Verse 2: Willyynova] Yeah, uh, ya know Day and night she looking for release Can't fear the strain if I triple my range and spark your brain To think this could break to pieces Find new statements written in the thesis Mark on my veins, the blood of Jesus Everything is what I need when you peep this Never on top I'm borderline, where the brink is You think this come from subtle and pain and simple grievance Or maybe that's your body getting rid of weakness I rap, release it and pull a method from your thinking Tell 'em steer a boat but won't tell 'em the ship is sinking Man, I swear [?] is hell, too foolish to reach the deep end Working 9 to 5 but she still go out on the weekends You know that trying to have your fun where everything is in control And I proceed to hitch some fun, I'm guaranteed to pull up on that New Willy G and Jev and this track is more like a throwback Have you pourin' Fitz and Gin and new 40 time is a 4 flat That's no flex, my head in the cloud, living with no stress Pack all your bags, the bread of Mass is everlastin' I put a pen to pad in case you niggas breaking bad I hold compassion, ski on my face, the mask of assassin I call it self-relief when people thinkin' that I'm braggin' Keep it a stack I'm gettin' release from all of this rappin' If it's anything for making it please, I'll take this path then This road to riches is cold, but I hold the key to the back and it's nova [Outro] [?]