Free Melly
Fredo Bang
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Lord, I come to you with a heavy heart My life been hard from the very start That shit be hard, but I still play my part Wanna do right even though I live wrong I watch my dawg go to trial off my cellphone The realest in it, guess they never got the memo I'm on these Perc's, they hittin' hard just like Kimbo They on my trail, they can't keep up with my tempo Don't want the blame so they find someone to tell on Where your block? I f*ck around and come and spin it Don't want to talk to feds, probably got my digits Free Melly it been love since the beginning Talkin' 'bout subpoena, tell that lady I ain't get it (let's go) If you ask my name, been it, I ain't in it (yah, yah) Put some respect up on my name when you spit it (yah, yah) And don't forget I'm one of the ones who really with it (yah) Ain't been on Twitter, usually keep me out your mentions (fah, fah) I'm at the house eating McDonald's with my kitties (yeah) I be really quick to flash so I be chilling When I'm in the A, I got my Glock all up in Lennox You play them killers, coming through just like a entrance (ah) What's the deal? I'm just tryna let you know I f*ck around and take a niggas soul Two plus twp, I be throwing up that 4 I kicked it in when they try to lock the door F*ck the cops siren, never tell 'em please (never) I'm eating chop's, but I'm still 'bout the B I got two kids I just really need my cheese Try to take 'em from me, I'm gon' make a nigga bleed (bitch, please) I got blood in my eyes, I can't see (I can't see) I don't play 'cause I always play to keep (fah, fah) One time I shot a nigga ass with a beam (uh-huh) Got it in my pocket like my phone I let it ring Hello What up blood? You know I ain't got long, I'm on this phone What's happenin', man? Why is you out there playin' with them people, man? You done tricked them long enough Come on man, stand on this shit, man TBG, Gorilla Gang, man Go back in on them bitches, man Thought it was over, they turnt they back and won't f*ck with me (f*ck) I lost it all and got it back, I told 'em, "Look at me" (look at me) I'm standing tall, it ain't no folding Clutching bad, I'm always holdin' Money always be my motive So if you owe me, act like you know me And every time I turn around they always asking 'bout that boy I'on't give a f*ck about no pill, I push it down and that's on God He got more money, got more plaques, but I been that before this rap I turn a nigga into a pack and he gon' vouch, that's a fact You don't believe my words, go and ask that nigga (ask that boy) I put a nigga in a bag, I sack a nigga (ask that boy) Feel that two, I see you, he in back edition (buh-buh-buh) He did a drill, I paid the fine like a traffic ticket (buh-buh-buh) See you in traffic I'm spinnin' broad day If they ain't takin' his legs and takin' his face I'm bringing that pressure, I'm makin' them pay He play with them letters, he feelin' that K Back in my cell I was clutchin' a blade Back on that drink I just need me a taste We get the drop then you better go pray Wanna talk to the dead so I tatted they face (What up B Real?) (HardBody)
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Written by: Felix Govaerts, Fredrick Givens II, Jackie Plant Jr., Marion Clark, William Michael Tunstall
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