Free Vy lyrics

by

Dee Watkins


[Verse]
This a letter to my n*gga Vy
Damn bruh what you got going
Told your ass to chill
You can't be riding around with that chrome
Now you up that road and I can't smoke with you or call your phone
But just stay down and do that time you coming home
Just talked to lil bean he say he straight, but I can tell he ain't
I can see it in his eyes I see it on his face
Lil bone on house arrest I just pulled up on bruh the other day
All of my n*ggas they either during time or trying to fight a case
I'm f*cked up in the head 'cause smoke got shot he dead
And lil slug locked in the feds and them crackers got me scared
I can't let them people get me I'm the ticket the way out the hood
Gotta make you straight, gotta make sure my people living good
Back to Back all my n*ggas catching cases back to back
My auntie almost had a heart attack
I don't wanna talk Ima call you back
Can't trust people I be falling back
Just keep it real how hard is that
Shawty told me she love me
I don't really trust it I ain't gon' fall for that
But I all wanna do is see a smile on your face
And I hate the fact that all my dawgs doing time in the cage
We got a lot of dirt like a slave
We ain't never had sh*t made
But we ain't stressing sh*t we paid
Now it's time to flip the page on this sh*t
And I'm free styling right now got a lot on my mind so just chill and let me vent
Can't even talk to my dawg 'cause them crackers caught his ass with that glit
But I know my dawg 1K he ain't gon' fold he ain't gon' go out like no b*tch
And my dawg got plenty aim with a red beam on that b*tch he won't miss
We was hitting licks we was just some jits
And when sh*t got hard you ain't never fold and you ain't switch
All it took was time I knew we would make it out this sh*t
All a n*gga kept on doing was hitting the booth and dropping them hits
God damn
I don't understand
Free my dawgs out the can
Free my dawgs out the can
Oh oh oh
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