Free At Last Song Lyrics

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Song:– Free At Last

Singer:– Kevin Gates

Album:– Khaza

Producer:– Nick Seeley & 2Much

Written:– Kevin Gates

Label:– Bread Winners Alumni & Atlantic Records

Free At Last Lyrics Kevin Gates

[Intro]
Yeah
(Matt, what up?)
Hmm ([?][0:01])
(Al Geno on the track)
I’m out here for real, dig, ya heard me? (Audible)
[?][0:06]

[Chorus]
Pronto (Pronto), I got it coming in, pronto (Woo)
Stuffing the check in the console (Ooh)
Then throw the Lambo in launch mode (Hmm)
Release the things that’ll keep me back (Yeah)
Cut off my ho, now I’m free at last
Want me to be fake, can’t agree with that (Woo)
Having my way, now I’m free at last, yeah
Having my way, now I’m free at last
Having my way, now I’m free at last
Pronto, I got ’em coming in, pronto (Free at last)
Stuffing the check in the console (Yeah)
Then throw the Lambo in launch mode (Hmm)

[Verse 1]
I look at everybody ’round me different
I know agenda’s always probably hidden
Brеad winners sticking to the mission
Deprеssion’ll disappear while doing fitness
I come from cooked dope over crack stove
Clutching fishing poles in the kitchen
Open doors come from dealing lows
Tryna hit the road in the Bentley
I’m making progress, I can not digress
Dick in your bitch to for comfort or digest
My heart done got colder, but I done got stronger (Woo)
Shoutout to Pyrex, she just showed me a twin sister
I’m a general, I wanna try that
Dior shopping, Brasi poppin’, stop it
Walk anybody, go in a studio make me a movie (Woo)
Pressure, apply that (Hmm)
Lawn service, cuttin’ grass, hundred yard dash
Thumbing through a bag, peel all tag
Kill the ‘Gram, send a letter to my fans, catch me if you can
Transform that to a half a million, Afghanistan
You wouldn’t understand how I’m really living
I had it bad when I went to prison
Chris Brown diamonds won’t stop shining
Choreograph, dance on me when it glisten, grr
I’m on a grind and I crunch it out
I’m boss slanging iron and I punch it out
Get out of line, I’ma punch it on

[Verse 2]
Have you ever had to steal and rob? (Give it up)
Illegal firearms in a uniform (Boom, boom, boom)
Distributing while you work a job
Still feelin’ stupid bumming for a ride
Catching a bus for it
Still unemployed, got this out the mud for it (Yeah)
Talk ’bout a love story
This make you really want pray for a plug, don’t you?
This a new situation, off-white socks come by the cases
Lemon pepper sushi, I’m kicking flavor
Elongated tees got a big fragrance
Smell good, that’s the sin of a gangsta
Pedicure, manicure I get tailored
Peak of eloquence, don’t gotta say it
Not human, baby, I am amazing
Foreign broad, I treat her like my strap
Grip her hard, throw the clip in her back
This ain’t no carbon copy (Uh-uh)
Pardon the body, don’t embody the heart of Brasi
I’m where the reaper dwell
Pursuit of perfection, this ain’t been a easy trail (Uh-uh)
I’m a young millionaire
On a sea at a island surrounded by billionaires
Kill other competition
I met a chick who a big walking contradiction
Met me a yoga coach and she a vegan
Say she hate meat, but she eat my penis
She sucking on me, she freaky, she squirting
If we have a threesome, I’m purchasing purses
The Louis, Channel, the Hermès or the Birkin
I piss off her man and I done it on purpose