Free Me lyrics

[Intro]
(Antt did the track)
Free them boys
Let me show you how life work, guns the sh*t (BeatGang)
Ayy

[Verse 1]
My youngin caught an L, for some makin' that knife work (Why?)
'Cause ain't no guns in that b*tch
I seen a n*gga get an L before he got his life (Took an L)
I know a n*gga got a deal and then he got indicted
Ain't no point in even fightin', "Yeah, I did that, judge"
After what happened to doggy, b*tch, I been back thuggin'
I can't really talk on phones, just send five of 'em for me
And I ain't puttin' paper on sh*t, I go handle 'em for me
I'm from the East side, look up the street signs, we made it
When Rеce died, I seen the rеal n*ggas was fakin'
And I keep five hundred in small bills for Baby
Never turn my back on my brother, mama, I love you
Half a million on a house, Val took care of me
Real n*ggas winnin', b*tch, so I took care of the streets
Last of a dyin' breed, I still be buyin' lean
I stopped textin' my BM just to let her find peace

[Chorus]
Yeah, I let my b*tch count a half a ticket when she stressed out
n*ggas know who run the city, pick your best five
How the f*ck you bust a Richard down with SIs?
How much in, yeah, one point VV?
Free them boys, di*kie fits all on TV
Always yellin', "Free mine," never, "Free me," (They need me)
Tell her let me make her love me, I hate the n*gga she f*ckin'
[Verse 2]
Inventory seven hundred, I got one on the way
Condo for f*ckin' b*tches probably furnished by Baby
See, I grew up around killers (Killers), robbers (Robbers), jackers
Moonwalkin' 'round this b*tch, R.I.P. Michael Jackson
I ain't never pay no taxes, all I know about is ashin'
Bring the ho up out Samantha, I want her to f*ck with Tony
Still'll pull up in the zone, I ain't squashin' sh*t with Cory
What the f*ck do y'all be on? I swear I see too many cameras
b*tch, you know that sh*t was bammer, turned a model to a dancer
I ain't stoppin' 'til they hear, I pop out more than veneers
On the 6, you know it's serious, how you know? 'Cause b*tch, I'm here
A lot a money, lot of jewelry, we ain't trippin' on you, period

[Chorus]
I let my b*tch count a half a ticket when she stressed out
n*ggas know who run the city, pick your best five
How the f*ck you bust a Richard down with SIs?
How much a, yeah, one point V-V?
Free dem boys, di*kie fits all on TV
Always yellin', "Free mine," never, "Free me," (They need me)
Tell her let me make her love me, I hate the n*gga she f*ckin'