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FREE THE TEAM
by MAC34RW
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Aye look, I can't stop, it's three in the morning, I'm in my Benz
Thinkin' bout the late nights and crazy shit that we be in
Thinkin' bout the four years that my cousin bout to get
We ain't complainin' bout the shit, boy that's the life that we live
I remember all them days, runnin' around as a kid
Growin' up I had no worries, but it came to an end
Shit got serious, no more playin', I had to give me a stick
I know niggas wanna get me, so I keep it on my hip
I notice all these people hatin', all they do is talk a lot
Talkin' bout the fam, guarantee I'll see some bodies drop
Three Glock, 40s on my waist, cause I can't take a chop
Can't speak on them man, but I done really seen a lot
Eastside trappin', we just chillin' at the dope spot
Take the re up money, then we take it to the blow spot
Go back to the trap, we weighin' out them coke rocks
Break it down by the gram, shit I got 10,000 Xans
Break it all down, now I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man
30 ball in my hands, don't even fit a rubber band
Versace on my fit , I look like money when you see me
Damn, prayin' for my brothers, hope they doin' good up in that slam
Free TAGZ LOKO out the cage, you know we miss you man
When you comin home, your pockets gon' be filled with rubber bands
Never wanted life to be like this, I guess it's God's plan
Through the storm, I understand, it's all I'm doin' for the fam
Aye my nigga free me my nigga free My thugs nigga , aye free that nigga Vic man keep the actors free the factors man GOD we gon be home real soon, aye fuck the succas my nigga hbK brotha
Aye man, free my brothers, free tagz loko, free peanut
Free J6, free my nigga Vic, E-Money
Two cups goin' in here soon, my boy O.T. goin' in here soon
Man free the home team
Aye look, I can't stop, it's three in the morning, I'm in my Benz
Thinkin' bout the late nights and crazy shit that we be in
Thinkin' bout the four years that my cousin bout to get
We ain't complainin' bout the shit, boy that's the life that we live
I remember all them days, runnin' around as a kid
Growin' up I had no worries, but it came to an end
Shit got serious, no more playin', I had to give me a stick
I know niggas wanna get me, so I keep it on my hip
I notice all these people hatin', all they do is talk a lot
Talkin' bout the fam, guarantee I'll see some bodies drop
Three Glock, 40s on my waist, cause I can't take a chop
Can't speak on them man, but I done really seen a lot
Eastside trappin', we just chillin' at the dope spot
Take the re up money, then we take it to the blow spot
Go back to the trap, we weighin' out them coke rocks
Break it down by the gram, shit I got 10,000 Xans
Break it all down, now I'm feelin' like the fuckin' man
30 ball in my hands, don't even fit a rubber band
Versace on my fit , I look like money when you see me
Damn, prayin' for my brothers, hope they doin' good up in that slam
Free TAGZ LOKO out the cage, you know we miss you man
When you comin home, your pockets gon' be filled with rubber bands
Never wanted life to be like this, I guess it's God's plan
Through the storm, I understand, it's all I'm doin' for the fam
Aye my nigga free me my nigga free My thugs nigga , aye free that nigga Vic man keep the actors free the factors man GOD we gon be home real soon, aye fuck the succas my nigga hbK brotha
Aye man, free my brothers, free tagz loko, free peanut
Free J6, free my nigga Vic, E-Money
Two cups goin' in here soon, my boy O.T. goin' in here soon
Man free the home team
