F.R.E.E Style
GetMoneyPatt
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Lately I been stressed the f*ck out Chillin with my potna two weeks later he got gunned down I know niggas locked up in them cells that run the jails na And I know niggas locked up for that work since Jill Scott was hot I ain't talking about no cell but I get cheese by the block She say she only eat chicken so I fed her ass this cock New Orleans downtown trench nigga Only way I seen to get rich is hit the block and sell rocks Skinny jeans on with about thirty shots in this glock I got these chains on got me colder than a icebox I snip the head off the coupe I had to circumcise the top I'm giving L's like the boot and that's true like the jeans I rock I hit the H and caught a charge was on the run for twenty five Said f*ck it turnt myself in they had booked me on the spot I sat a month then popped that bail for ten bands that ain't nun Hit the block again and went back stunting ain't changing for nun I ride chauffeured in the back like Rosa Parks don't do no frontin Go to job interviews in tennis shoes shirt untucked I'm thuggin F.R.E.E Gang friends really envy everything I swea Fake niggas I can't be around em energy ain't there I pop a jigga hit the za it give me energy I swea GMP I blow that money fast like meech and terry em I body beats I put em six feet deep I bury them I ball out the gym on niggas beats yeah I carry them Just cus I'm small niggas talk that shit like I'm scared of them My money longer than collect calls I put that bread on em I had to take em back to school like paper with the lead on em She want to be my other half I told her meet me there like S-8ighty em I was in that field when bullets getting throwed like Brady em On bundy sold dope and was the candy lady em My momma been a fucking gangsta she been having bread and shit I get a five and double that that's how you flip your bread and shit When I was young my momma said my head was harder than a bitch My first car that srt no keys to start it in this bitch I can't believe I'm boutta have a baby and it's a him When he get old he gont be like his daddy fly than a bitch Lately I been stressed the f*ck out Chillin with my potna two weeks later he got gunned down I know niggas locked up in them cells that run the jails na And I know niggas locked up for that work since Jill Scott was hot I ain't talking about no cell but I get cheese by the block She say she only eat chicken so I fed her ass this cock New Orleans downtown trench nigga Only way I seen to get rich is hit the block and sell rocks I swea to god
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