(Antt did the track)

Free them boys

Let me show you how life work, guns the shit (BeatGang)Ayy

My youngin caught an L, for some makin′ that knife work (why?)

'Cause ain′t no guns in that bitch

I seen a nigga get an L before he got his life (took an L)

I know a nigga 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, bitch, 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 shit, I go handle ′em for me

I'm from the East side, look up the street signs, we made it

When Rece died, I seen the real niggas 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 niggas winnin', bitch, 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

Yeah, I let my bitch count a half a ticket when she stressed out

Niggas know who run the city, pick your best five

How the fuck you bust a Richard down with SIs?

How much in, yeah, one point VV?

Free them boys, Dickie 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 nigga she fuckin′

Inventory seven hundred, I got one on the way

Condo for fuckin' bitches probably furnished by Baby

See, I grew up around killers (killers), robbers (robbers), jackers

Moonwalkin′ 'round this bitch, 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 fuck with Tony

Still'll pull up in the zone, I ain′t squashin′ shit with Cory

What the fuck do y'all be on? I swear I see too many cameras

Bitch, you know that shit 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 bitch, I'm here

A lot a money, lot of jewelry, we ain't trippin′ on you, period

I let my bitch count a half a ticket when she stressed out

Niggas know who run the city, pick your best five

How the fuck you bust a Richard down with SIs?

How much a, yeah, one point VV?

Free dem boys, Dickie 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 nigga she fuckin'