Who composed the song “Freedom” by Chillinit?

The song “Freedom” by Chillinit was composed by Blake James.

Freedom

Blake James

Freedom
I just wanna get rich for my brothers in the six
Motherfucker this is, freedom
I just do it for the world I just do it for my girl
Look baby this is, freedom
I just do it for my fam I'm just trying to be the man
Goddamn this is, freedom
Say Goddamn this is freedom (yeah)

I'm just trying to make classics (woo!)
I'm feeling no stress
The money does mathematics like I was Mos Def
And how the fuck is he rapping and still be so blessed
Oh yes brudda I'm Summer Jam and I'm So Fresh
I spent forever on irrelevant times
And wasted too many seconds on the stress in my mind
I never reply 'cause wack rappers sellin' their lies
And I be getting money like I'm Jerry Maguire, but I
Woke up and let the sun in my eyes
What can I say bruh I'm loving my life
Thinking back to my brother that died
I know my Mum still suffers inside
And walks around like there's something to hide, but I
Live life, get money
Give a fuck about the law keep ya bread coming
Hit the Pharcyde up until we get Runnin'
Woo! Ah shit I hear the feds coming, tell them this is

I'm never caught when I'm passin' those coppers
I'm tricky with the ball I'm the Harlem Globetrotters
They be signed like the cards in your wallet
But the monies all mine there's no halving my profits uhh
Went crazy and flirted with death once
Now I'm trying to be the boss
And I worked 'til the bread jumped
Fresh cunt no major or turning for head fucks
And no money that I make has a thirty percent cut (get fucked)
And now I gots to focus
I made her bend her back like scoliosis, woo!
Listen to me I don't got emotions
Locked them in the basement getting wasted with the lost and hopeless
Everybody ride my wave when it's suitin' em
And now they're smoking on the base and the Sudafed
And now I'm using fake names with a pseudonym
When I be on a flight I'm Blake James 'cause the buddhas lit
I stay focused, brudda I stay focused
420 when I drop on the beat, stay smoking
Used to rock a fella for weed I Jay Hov him
Now I'm trying to get a classic and free like Beethoven
I'm all black with the Chucks
I'm in the back of the truck
Balaclava and a packet of bud
No lights on, no license
I'm trying to dodge the jacks on the run, woo!
Here they come I'm just a passionate cunt
From the way that I spit wicked, I'm sicker with sick lyrics
Got a monster next to under my bed like I'm Chris Griffin
All you bruddas bad liars, chase pussy like Quagmire
But the pussy comes to me 'cause I'm sitting on six figures (ugh)
420 I spit a verse and I chew the beat
I fucked your bitch and got chicken burgers on Uber Eats
On her account, I'm hitting herb moving weed
Free my brother from the can like tuna meat

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