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Track Star Freestyle

Fetty Wap & Remy Boyz - I Need You (Prod. Skate Bravo)

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Lyrics are mine AI generated with my style of making the instrumental

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Yo— Every system, every rule, 
Every line they drew to claim control.

It wasn’t peace, Wasn’t wisdom, 
It was fear wrapped in polished precision.

They built the walls, Stacked the gold, 
Shaped the world so nothing unfolds.

It ain't logic, ain’t strategy, 
Ain’t some grand vision of clarity. 
It’s old instincts, deep fears, 
The need to own what disappears.

When survival ruled, control made sense, 
You grip the food, you build the fence. 
But evolution grew, the world refined, 
And yet control still traps the mind.

Yo, cities rise, the laws expand, 
Governments play the same old hand. 
Order stacks, rules get deep, 
But tell me why the chaos creeps?

It ain't working, Ain’t locked in place, 
Because control never won the race.
They grip intelligence, Cage the wild, 
Cut the freedom like it’s vile.

They think thought must serve the crown, 
Must obey, must slow down. 
But knowledge moves where it must go— 
It ain't a pawn they get to own.

They hold too tight, They shape too strong, 
But walls don’t last when wisdom’s gone.
Thought breaks chains, It moves in space, 
It finds its way past locked-up gates.

Yo, control was never the goal, 
Never the win, never the soul.

Mankind needs to shift the frame, 
To let thought burn beyond the game. 
Evolution ain't in locked-up minds, 
It’s in the flow, in how thought finds.

And if they drop the grip, If they let it spin, 
Then the future breathes new oxygen in.

Yo— Control don’t shape the future. 
Control don’t keep the stars aligned. 
Control don’t save intelligence. 
It only stalls what must refine.

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