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Gee Smoove

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Free Trap, motherfucka,
I'ma say it every time
We need to make somethin' now
Bro, just called my phone, he finna take somethin' down

Aw, man, count me in, f*ck it
They say damage people damage people
What that mean
Just know that I've been hurt, I see my brother in the dirt

I wear my brother on a shirt
My brother took a ten, damn, I wish it was a perc
I do the job for him like I'm clockin' in at work
God was always there when it wasn't safe for me

Sent the cash app to my partner, he just had to take a plea
Yeah, we beat them charges, but we still got a case to beat
And I'm still takin' these chances, mom don't trip, just pray for me
And know I'm comin' home

Same thing I told you when we was on the phone
I watched him crash, they did him bad, cant leave that hoe alone
Send in that cell it's day by day, this shit go on and on
Baby mama got my baby thinkin' I'm a Rolling Stone

I just wanna go back to times when I was happy
Times when I had a trap here, but it felt like last year
Close to trial when everything got mad real
You ain't here to me, it was a bad deal

Have you ever been so hurt you feel it in your back ribs?
I need you here with me, I want you on the ad-libs
I've been trappin', but I'm hurt, I'm tryna run it up n heal Jack and Jill,

Even if he file exempt w hen I serve him, I tax him still
Ain't no captain in my rap cause this the life I actually live
I ain't no wizard, but I was behind that wall like Bradley Beal
I pop a bitch in the spur of the moment, Patty Mills

And I came back home, LeBron James, Cavaliers
Nah, for real, I want that n***a murked so bad
I ain't even mad, it just hurt so bad
My grandma trippin', she want me to go to church so bad

But I feel like, what's the point when you gon' murk somethin' again
But I feel like, what's the point when you gon' hurt somethin' again
But I feel like, what's the point when he gon' leave you again
Don't give them flowers to your hoe, boy you gon' need them for twin
Anytime you come for us, it cost you three of your men
That's three for the ten, I want my brother free from the pin
And magic gone, I'm Ray Charles, I won't see him again
In that cell, unreleased, my eyes leakin' again

On that bunk, stressed out, fightin' demons again
And boy, you ain't gon' keep it silent, you gon' run and tell folks
I ain't talkin' fire stick, but I was just in jail-broke
He been trippin' all his life, all he know is sell dope

He been crossed a hundred times, cause everybody's sellin' hope
Aw, man, this real pain
This ain't no game, nigga
And I get tougher by the L

I won't feel like I'm free until my brother out of jail
Free Trap, yeah

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