FREEJOK3R by Kayncee Lyrics
[Hook: Kayncee]
Fam it's been a tough couple days for the whole team
Has me in a rut, in a place, this is so peak
That's our brudda, locked away that's my homie
Fuck. There's nothing I can do so let me flow please
[Verse One: Kayncee]
Yo listen closely, take a picture, write a note g
I gotta get this off my chest, I gotta let my soul breathe
I gotta push and keep it moving, cannot let this throw me
They did you dirty brudda and I gotta let em know g
Bro I make a promise for the day you make it out
That I'ma have this shit on lock I'll find a way, I'll make you proud
You they hate to praise him now I'll take that hate I'll take it round
I'll take that hate and fuel my drive with what they say to break him down
These dudes be making fake accounts, they hide their face, it makes em loud
JOK3Rs name will never drown, there's too much flame within his sound
Fam as soon as you're about, you'll be on stage you'll raise the crowd
So keep your face above the ground we gonna make them haters proud
But 5 years, trapped in chains for 5 years
Fuck tha World, been 5 years; Bruza, Kayncee come light years
There hasn't been a day where you ain't in my thoughts
I hope you're staying safe, and your days flash forth...
I've been tryna write this letter but I dunno what to say
I remember on that day when you turned I caught your face
After he passed the time down, we've been informed of your fate
And your eyes they said enough I'll forever feel that pain
I was sat there tryna process the vibrations in my ears
Sitting with your family I've never seen nothing so clear
As the shock turnt to tears, turnt to anger back to tears
It broke my heart watching them have to come to face their worst fear
And that article is bullshit don't listen to that
Twisted more than contortionists doing shit with their back
Remember that time in KFC, we had the sickest of jams
Spitting bars on a vibe, and we killed it they clapped
All those hours in the studio, the photo shoots the videos
The battles on a Friday night, you always had a wicked flow
You said it yourself if you go away you'll have a fricking load
Of shit to spit about so I am gassed to hear your writtens bro
Fam it's been a tough couple days for the whole team
Has me in a rut, in a place, this is so peak
That's our brudda, locked away that's my homie
Fuck. There's nothing I can do so let me flow please
[Verse One: Kayncee]
Yo listen closely, take a picture, write a note g
I gotta get this off my chest, I gotta let my soul breathe
I gotta push and keep it moving, cannot let this throw me
They did you dirty brudda and I gotta let em know g
Bro I make a promise for the day you make it out
That I'ma have this shit on lock I'll find a way, I'll make you proud
You they hate to praise him now I'll take that hate I'll take it round
I'll take that hate and fuel my drive with what they say to break him down
These dudes be making fake accounts, they hide their face, it makes em loud
JOK3Rs name will never drown, there's too much flame within his sound
Fam as soon as you're about, you'll be on stage you'll raise the crowd
So keep your face above the ground we gonna make them haters proud
But 5 years, trapped in chains for 5 years
Fuck tha World, been 5 years; Bruza, Kayncee come light years
There hasn't been a day where you ain't in my thoughts
I hope you're staying safe, and your days flash forth...
I've been tryna write this letter but I dunno what to say
I remember on that day when you turned I caught your face
After he passed the time down, we've been informed of your fate
And your eyes they said enough I'll forever feel that pain
I was sat there tryna process the vibrations in my ears
Sitting with your family I've never seen nothing so clear
As the shock turnt to tears, turnt to anger back to tears
It broke my heart watching them have to come to face their worst fear
And that article is bullshit don't listen to that
Twisted more than contortionists doing shit with their back
Remember that time in KFC, we had the sickest of jams
Spitting bars on a vibe, and we killed it they clapped
All those hours in the studio, the photo shoots the videos
The battles on a Friday night, you always had a wicked flow
You said it yourself if you go away you'll have a fricking load
Of shit to spit about so I am gassed to hear your writtens bro