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F.R.E.E Style
by GetMoneyPatt
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Lately I been stressed the fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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
Lately I been stressed the fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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
