(Antt did the track)
Free them boys
Let me show you how life work, guns the shit (BeatGang)
Ayy
My youngin caught an L, for some makin' that knife work (Why?)
'Cause ain't no guns in that bitch
I seen a nigga get an L before he got his life (Took an L)
I know a nigga got a deal and then he got indicted
Ain't no point in even fightin', "Yeah, I did that, judge"
After what happened to doggy, bitch, I been back thuggin'
I can't really talk on phones, just send five of 'em for me
And I ain't puttin' paper on shit, I go handle 'em for me
I'm from the East side, look up the street signs, we made it
When Rece died, I seen the real niggas was fakin'
And I keep five hundred in small bills for Baby
Never turn my back on my brother, mama, I love you
Half a million on a house, Val took care of me
Real niggas winnin', bitch, so I took care of the streets
Last of a dyin' breed, I still be buyin' lean
I stopped textin' my BM just to let her find peace
Yeah, I let my bitch count a half a ticket when she stressed out
Niggas know who run the city, pick your best five
How the fuck you bust a Richard down with SIs?
How much in, yeah, one point VV?
Free them boys, Dickie fits all on TV
Always yellin', "Free mine," never, "Free me," (They need me)
Tell her let me make her love me, I hate the nigga she fuckin'
Inventory seven hundred, I got one on the way
Condo for fuckin' bitches probably furnished by Baby
See, I grew up around killers (Killers), robbers (Robbers), jackers
Moonwalkin' 'round this bitch, R.I.P. Michael Jackson
I ain't never pay no taxes, all I know about is ashin'
Bring the ho up out Samantha, I want her to fuck with Tony
Still'll pull up in the zone, I ain't squashin' shit with Cory
What the fuck do y'all be on? I swear I see too many cameras
Bitch, you know that shit was bammer, turned a model to a dancer
I ain't stoppin' 'til they hear, I pop out more than veneers
On the 6, you know it's serious, how you know? 'Cause bitch, I'm here
A lot a money, lot of jewelry, we ain't trippin' on you, period
I let my bitch count a half a ticket when she stressed out
Niggas know who run the city, pick your best five
How the fuck you bust a Richard down with SIs?
How much a, yeah, one point V-V?
Free dem boys, Dickie fits all on TV
Always yellin', "Free mine," never, "Free me," (They need me)
Tell her let me make her love me, I hate the nigga she fuckin'
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