[Intro]
(Antt did the track)
Free them boys
Let me show you how life work, guns the shit (BeatGang)
Ayy
[Verse 1]
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 Rеce died, I seen the rеal 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
[Chorus]
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'
(Antt did the track)
Free them boys
Let me show you how life work, guns the shit (BeatGang)
Ayy
[Verse 1]
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 Rеce died, I seen the rеal 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
[Chorus]
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'
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