Free

Braking her ass in the kitchen closet
They concern about what the floes shit
Potting spoon on this stove
This the ash to make her so fly
They can put the counting money sofa
Its only my temper but you caught boys
All adding lesson, start dressing
All goal boys
Get you everything from the eight ball to a hall boy
Hit the streets sheavy ridding like the rolls boys
Roll joints and pop together boys
Twixing fingers go bangers at the windows as we sit some danger
I fly by this fall that you met you maker
Skinny nigga but I got my waiter
Team OG need pocket nigga how can hate us
Beat the nigga out this pocket if he try to play us
Trick a chick with the strip we some miffing players
Bank rolls, they get never close, nigga pay up
I like to be free
I like to be free
I like to be free
I like to be free
Everyone just wanna be free man
Five deep in the hage back
Croaking stretch try to find where the cash at
Hoodie down in the black mess
Eight shots twelve gage wrapped in black flags
The code of pipes when the shelves bless
This the nigga on that corner that we pill back
To finish the job, dont shut, sending to God
If Im stare that dead man face while you finish the rhyme
Blur, anybody call us looking beyond
Why you snatching at this gold? Take this money and roll!
And your conciseness will do like damn
Theres somebody soul
But the stomach aching you, cant keep scraping this chrome
And lets it that, and Imma ride til got breath in this lungs
But your drum play a sweet song, bust back as the hit come
Play your enemy close but never ever sleep with them
And fight for flags and hustlers fore jacks boys beating em
If you ever see that hitch back nigga you better squeeze on em
I like to be free
I like to be free
I like to be free
I like to be free