Free Dem Boyz, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Free them boys, free them boys forever
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
My lil' brother like eight now, see 10 mile
Got one-fifty on 8 Mile
My dirt bike's on 10 Mile, no friends now

[Verse]
Promise not to let them kill me
Clap one time y'all feel me (b*tch)
Clap one time y'all hear me (b*tch)
Clap one time you filthy (Rich)
Bag touched down at sixty
Back on Howell with a condo (Back turnt)
b*tch, watch me climb from the bottom
I don't wanna f*ck, I'm f*cked up
Ayy, if you ain't f*cked them, you f*cked us
Five hundred thousand made off YouTube
Whole gang get a chain on 42
Man, them youngins with a name gon' blow too
I can't wait 'til Armand graduate school
I keep tellin' Quez, "n*gga, you don't want it like me"
Want a Trackhawk? Get you one like me
I been missin' Lou since 2019
'21 coupe, this is not a '19
And life been crazy, I ain't seen my baby
Sendin' her money, b*tch probably still hatin'
Mama, I miss you, sittin' here with these pictures
Gettin' far from rap, gettin' closer to the kitchen
Still f*ck these n*ggas, all about my gang
You steal on the Dugg, gon' be hard for me to change
"I don't f*ck with Dugg," n*gga know that sh*t was lame
Ain't gon' speak about it though
Tell she been f*ckin' by the sneakers by the door
I ain't thinkin' about a ho, got the bag and the cash
Sell my bud, thirty-eight for the grass
'Cept my bloods, whole team for the racks
Better have a camera, n*gga, talkin' 'bout pressin'
These hoes messy, can't trust sh*t, I f*ck a b*tch bestie
Still on the six-five, down to the seven
Big ass crib, million down just to get it
f*ck around and lose service, I ain't chillin', I'm servin'
Steady sippin' on syrup, reason I move slow
Put that on my son, fentanyl, then I go
Fell off twice, got back off dope
Done doin' life, can't wait to come home
n*ggas ain't with me, do this sh*t on my own
Correct me if I'm wrong but it's f*ck n*ggas
Cuz came home hasty, what's up wit' 'em?
Riq happy I made it, I can tell
Skinny back home from a L
Still free Nell, still free Merey
When they're hatin', I love it
My uncle, n*gga, and my brothers
We made it, b*tch, used to struggle
Now it's f*ck all that, when that bag touch
Shoot for every day, for like nine months
I'm grateful, doggy, I ain't had nothin'
Put it all out, I won't have nothin'
This Louis here and these Mike's
Them thirty pointers on my whites
She f*ck good but I'm scared
Maybe 'cause I still remember Paris
That was our b*tch, now she theirs
I ain't trippin' on sh*t though, she a big ho
Ride '21 Track' with the tint on
Y'all the type of n*ggas I sh*t on
Still big 4's, free them boys