Free Kutter Westside Gunn (Ft. Jay Electronica)
"Free Kutter" by Westside Gunn featuring Jay Electronica, released in 2020, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, street life, and artistic expression. The lyrics reflect a gritty narrative, showcasing the artists' backgrounds and their dedication to the craft. Unique elements include intricate wordplay and a soulful beat, contributing to its cultural resonance in the underground hip-hop scene.
[Intro: Westside Gunn]
Brr
Brr
Ayo
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Jay Electronica]
Ayo, controller of the exits, the arc keep storming
Got a MAC on both sides, my shot keep pourin'
Hold your head up all time 'cause time keep goin' (Ah)
The flyest nigga of all time, and y'all know it
If God shine, we all shine, life's euphoric
Bust a brick, I can bag the raw, I can stove it (Whip)
Saint Joseph with red tops in front of Rose's
Had a four and the jit, turned the nine and called it culture
Pot pioneers had to suplex the soda (Ah)
They raided the duplex, they missed us by a quota
Let the MAC off out the Trackhawk, doin' donuts (Brr, brr)
Cold shoulder, let them niggas all know, you better know us, yeah
You better know us, yeah, you better know us
Four pound on your forehead, your mind off your shoulders (Boom boom boom boom boom)
We the greatest, beef like eatin' greens
Kill 'em on the wake up, they popped the cells, Lord, love your neighbor
Put you out your misery, the only box that I'ma be in is a '63 (Skrrt)
Been in school too long, I wanna deal a key (I wanna deal a key)
I wanna feed all the fam, I want my mans to eat (I want my mans to eat)
I got some niggas that I miss but we ain't never speak
My nigga prayin' for parole (Uh huh), let my nigga free (Uh huh, ah)
Let my nigga free (Ah)
Brr
Brr
Ayo
[Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Jay Electronica]
Ayo, controller of the exits, the arc keep storming
Got a MAC on both sides, my shot keep pourin'
Hold your head up all time 'cause time keep goin' (Ah)
The flyest nigga of all time, and y'all know it
If God shine, we all shine, life's euphoric
Bust a brick, I can bag the raw, I can stove it (Whip)
Saint Joseph with red tops in front of Rose's
Had a four and the jit, turned the nine and called it culture
Pot pioneers had to suplex the soda (Ah)
They raided the duplex, they missed us by a quota
Let the MAC off out the Trackhawk, doin' donuts (Brr, brr)
Cold shoulder, let them niggas all know, you better know us, yeah
You better know us, yeah, you better know us
Four pound on your forehead, your mind off your shoulders (Boom boom boom boom boom)
We the greatest, beef like eatin' greens
Kill 'em on the wake up, they popped the cells, Lord, love your neighbor
Put you out your misery, the only box that I'ma be in is a '63 (Skrrt)
Been in school too long, I wanna deal a key (I wanna deal a key)
I wanna feed all the fam, I want my mans to eat (I want my mans to eat)
I got some niggas that I miss but we ain't never speak
My nigga prayin' for parole (Uh huh), let my nigga free (Uh huh, ah)
Let my nigga free (Ah)
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