That’s the Intro “Freestyle” lyrics

[Intro]
HoneyKomb Jr., bih
Aye free Juvey man
No free Big Duke man, free my motherf*ckin' daddy man
Free PT man, yeah
Know what I'm sayin', free all my real n*ggas out the chain gang man
You know we screaming f*ck 12 and a bed spring man
Like we ain't letting sh*t hold us back n*gga
You know this sh*t straight out the head with acapella in the joint

I put this on everything, I'm screaming f*ck 12 and a bed spring
f*ck about takin' no rest, I'm chasing a check, I'll sleep when i'm dead mane
I'm sum like the head mane, I just met a new b*tch with some head game
She say she know yoga, i'm tryna fold her up like a spaghetti string
Remember da old days, They say I wouldn't be sh*t but I'm bigger now
Remember them cold trays in da jail cell, it's lobster for dinner now
These b*tches be throwing pus*y, these n*ggas be at my head like some clippers now
I be so paranoid, I'm talking bout I pump my gas with my pistol out
I know that these n*ggas plotting, that's why I surround myself round nothing but killers now
All I gotta do is send them out, I'ma big dog like Clifford now
We treat n*ggas like dinner dates, you know we just pull up and take them out
And jump on the interstate, and shoot a lil text message like "I made it out"
I miss my n*gga Boogie, I can't forget about him, he got 35
I'm sweating that parole date, like they need to free my dog before i break him out
Playing with the profit, turn em upside down shake em out
Make believe n*ggas, I never thought it was so many fakes
Gotta pray for these n*ggas, I never thought it was so many haters, Excuse me Father God, I need a favor, I'm like straight up
If I ever go to sleep hating on a n*gga, then don't let me wake up
It's a lot of sh*t about these fake ass rappers I don't know where to start with em
They be screaming "f*ck 12!" in a song, be right in the car with em
But you a hard n*gga, it ain't yo fault, no it ain't yo fault
Yo granddaddy died for telling, yo mama ain't sh*t and yo daddy was soft
And yo uncle nem was just some b*tches, and both of yo brothers was flaw
Yo lil sister ate me up by the way and I came in her mouth
I know they don't like this, I come off the head the same way I write sh*t
You know I'll fight quick, but I keep da strap like a dike b*tch
I talk with the big man, I told him turn me on like a light switch
I got some big plans, you know I can execute em with the right sh*t
I'm breaking down white grit, in a hotel with a white b*tch
But this how I gotta be, can't f*ck wit these n*ggas 'cause you know they might snitch
I be like f*ck the law, I wouldn't cooperate for a light sentence
You know I love all my dogs, I'll go to jail for em like Mike Vick
Tell that my life lit, I just took a dog sh*t smoking cat p*ss
I cut off my last b*tch, she ain't had no business smelling like no catfish
She need her ass kicked, I gives no f*ck bout no bad b*tch
I call up a ugly hoe, like I need my di*k sucked and my balls licked
I call her nappy hair, (Why? why?)
'Cause you know that head sloppy
Eat the di*k off the body, then take a picture wit it, show everybody
Now that's a head doctor, I need a med doctor for these flashbacks
My grandmama mad at me, she caught me putting granddad in a trash bag
Let me rephrase that, I was putting gas gas in a Glad bag
My daddy just caught a fit, cuz this lil b*tch done ate up his grandkids
I'm on some pimp sh*t, yuh yuh, i been on some pimp sh*t
10 years old running round school heading home with that shrimp di*k
Know I don't play n*gga, I got the game from back in the day n*gga
And no I'm not Geoffrey, but you can ask Uncle Phil, I'm a made n*gga
RN4L sh*t, till I die, be my grave n*gga
Try and be nosey, that's how you get shot in yo motherf*cking face n*gga
And if I f*ck around and fall 7 times, G pick me up 8 n*gga
And before they come swerving in my lane, blood make em hit the brakes n*gga
Pop out at night time like a raccoon where you stay n*gga
5 shots from a rusty ass revolver, that's First 48 n*gga
Got more flavor then a Kool-Aid Man, I'm like "Oh yeah!"
Tried to sign me for 200 grand, I'm like I need more bread
I'm the hardest n*gga outta Alabama, and these n*ggas know that
I be on go, (pew!), plus I do this sh*t all the time wit my forehead
Call up yo b*tch just to give me more head
Then shoot my train on the top of her forehead
Then stick it back in her mouth
She like when I dog her, she don't even protest
Then I go hop in the shower, fire up some sour, leave me with no stress
Then I go bag up some powder, put on my helmet and jugg off a moped
All these numbers keep calling, look at who calling, oh it's a class freak
What's up Honeykomb, you know Ion't talk on these phones, pull up on the back street
10 minutes later she got me rollin down the window like what you wanna ask me
She pull up her shirt and just flash me, like Honeykomb when you gone bag me
Ain't no telling you gone f*ck wit me tomorrow cuz you said that last week
I be wanting to let you f*ck me on camera, but you might blast me
Shole wish I could f*ck wit you now, but I'm on a cash spree
Plus I'm in da car with my hitta, can't fit in this b*tch, it ain't come wit no backseat
(Skkkrt!) I'm just riding riding round wit no where to go to
And all these n*ggas keep dying, sh*t got me watching the n*ggas I'm close too
Jealously, hate, the sh*t that I go through, I used to be broke too
I got off my ass and got me a bag and now I got power like Goku
I'm from a city where anything go, you heard of Mobile n*gga
13 paralyzed my own cousin, my grandma in tears n*gga
People kept calling my phone like "Komb you wrong, that ain't what it is n*gga"
Family first, naw loyalty first, b*tch I'm a real n*gga
And before I grow up and be a hoe, I'll rather stay a lil n*gga
Remember when I robbed ZBD took the wrong run Kevin hill n*gga
Uncle was trying to finesse me, he thinking I'm green, I look like a dill pickle
That when I came off the hip, looked at his ass like that ain't no deal n*gga
13 signed double o 4, blaatt I'm screaming gang gang gang
If a n*gga try and reach for my chain, that b*tch gone bang bang bang
Ion't too tough f*ck wit these n*ggas, 'cause they be lame lame lame
I'm wit the sh*ts, I'm straight out the hood like some fishes and grits
I can't trust sh*t, 'cause most these n*ggas be six plus six
All the years a n*gga did in prison, I can't forget n*gga
Whole jail on lock down, 'cause Rico sent the hit n*gga
I had to sleep wit a knife, i had to watch my back while I p*ss n*gga
You ain't never had to stand in the line, just to take a sh*t n*gga
b*tch n*gga
[Outro]
Aye man, this how the f*ck I grew up, you know what I'm sayin' like
I grew up, n*gga it wasn't all gravy but we had a whole lotta rice though (Had a whole lotta that)
I ain't grow up 'round no whole lotta white folks, I grew up where it was gutter
Like n*ggas cross out they blood brother and sh*t like
n*ggas selling they mama that hard, know what I'm sayin'
We got that sh*t the hard way
Either you gon' eat or you gon' starve n*gga
And that's just facts n*gga, you know what I'm sayin'
You really gotta get it how you live out this b*tch, n*gga
And I'm just tryin' to get it how I live, know what I'm sayin'
I do this rap sh*t to keep me outta trouble, know what I'm sayin' like
I'm really street, on det