[Intro]

They took our brother off the playlist

He was boycotted from the A-list

When he gets out this year, those who hated will remain nameless

Don't worry about the press or whose side looks best

Worry about your neck and protect your chest

Man can't curse who God chooses to bless

That's why he let you walk through the valley of the shadow of death

Free Tory

Free Tory, free Tory 'til it's backwards

[Verse 1]

I can't trust a nigga in the business just bein' me

Feelin' like, "Fuck all that free promo, who freein' me?"

I hop up out the DMV smellin' like weed

This for my Toronto niggas bustin' them B&Es

Gleeful like I'm Kodak, whippin' the GLE

Twenty thousand niggas and they buckin' and bein' P

Y'all want me to sit around and chuckle and key and key

I just want the moneybags, word to CMG

Cops walkin', so you know the phone is on DND

Get tired of these business meetings, like it was 3&3

Chanel'y on my back, all you see is the C&C

Shooters give you airtime, word to the BNB (Goddamn)

Crashouts comin' from lil' homie at TDE

But that's just my little brother, all he wants is to be a me

Too much respect for Top Dawg to ever just be a flee

Plus, so many Compton niggas with me, they'll bleed a T

Love them niggas

Everybody can get it, nigga

The flow is transexual and Afrocentric, nigga

That mean I spit it both ways, make niggas and hoes pay

To get fucked if they ever go against a nigga

Lyrical competition ain't nothin' to put y'all niggas in ovens, let alone covers

Bedtime while I'm in the other room and fuckin' yo' mother

It's scent smell like nothin' but rubbers

Unrelated topic, other day I seen Doechii rappin' tongues and I lowkey love her

I won't DM and fuck the chance up that we gon' be fuckin'

And I don't wanna be sittin' in the bed with her one day

She on the 'Gram lookin' back like, "I know you wasn't"

2025, free Tory, man, that shit won't be a miracle

And miracly, all you finna see is hoes actin' all hysterically

And bunch of fake niggas talkin' like they was always there for me

[Interlude]

Hm, you must be out your skin, nigga

You wasn't in that canteen line by gym, nigga

You never had to do your laundry in the bin, nigga

You wasn't shootin' with me in the fuckin' pen, nigga, haha

I did that for my niggas in the cell, they gon' love that one

For sure

Back at it, uh

[Verse 2]

My nigga 50 said it's war, it gotta be war

He sayin' fuck it, we gotta crash out, we ain't gotta be sure

We'll ask the questions later

We'll duck investigators, DAs and the legislatures

Krybaby baby know my brothers, they will separate ya (Free Tory)

I'm duckin' respirators, airlifts and plus sudden danger

Head on a swivel, even when it's times it's nothin' major

This is prison, why I can't be givin' niggas all the different characteristics of my mother's tender lovin' nature

You knew that I would spazz on the outro like the last scene of The Sister Act 2

God, that was just so classic

But that's the way I'm comin' back on you tag a long niggas tryna attach to me too

The world had me shattered, I took all 'em pieces of broken glass and put them back, made a masterpiece too

I went independent, they locked me up for it, lied about that's somethin' they happen to do

Woo

My release date is this year, 2025, and I decree it in the name of Jesus

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Speak tongues so I can keep the angels, duck the demons

I intercess and intercede up on the devil's allegiance

I'm stampedin' with the heavens 'til they finally free us

And not just from the prison, but the devil's legions

Mark my words, start writin' y'all apology speeches

[Outro]

Ah, it's crazy

This the type of this I had to do to get this shit right, man

I know it's unclear, fuck man

It's like they'll never understand it

The dedication, man, the, the pain and the hunger

The fights, really had to fight for this album literally

You know, just nigga livin' in a warzone

Man, you know I'm sayin', I'm recordin' with my [?] on me and shit like

Niggas talkin' 'bout they can't catch a vibe in a regular studio

Nigga, imagine there's niggas outside your door, you tryna take your take

You tryna spit a line and niggas just tryna slit your throat like

This shit different, man, like for real

I made it through it all, a nigga stood tall

I ain't never back down from nothin', turn down no fades

I stayed GP, never PC'ed up nothin'

And I ain't gon' lie, that's why I'm so thankful like

I'm thankful to God for really bringin' me through this shit like

Real nights of pain, real nights of tears

Like cryin', like you feel me?

Nigga losin' real people, nigga losin' real friends dyin' in the street

While I'm in the cell, can't do nothin' 'bout it

Can't even attend the funerals, like, man

And even through all of that, I'm thankful

I'm thinkin', matter fact, I'ma give my thank yous right now, matter fact

So first of all, let me get my shit ready, you heard?

I wanna thank all the Umbrellas and all my fans and family that wrote me all the letters and shit

And I swear I read every single one

And them shit's got me through

And I know I ain't get to respond 'cause I wasn't in the right mental state at the time

But I love y'all so much and thank you for that, for real

For whoever was sendin' me them books and sendin' me them GQ magazines every month with that subscription

It was a real-ass nigga, I want you to know that, thank you

J, Ray, Nyce, Raina, y'all my heart and the ribcage around it, you heard?

I especially thank y'all niggas for the nights when I was cryin' on that county jail phone

And I told y'all I don't give a fuck no more whether I live, die, stay in this motherfucker

And y'all told me, "Nah, nigga, you a king, hold your head up and wear that crown, nigga

You comin' home, nigga"

I needed that, thank you

Jennette [?], Erica, I love you

Shit I remember the time I was locked up for the first couple of weeks, man, I remember like, my bank

I was with City National, my bank, my accountant and my lawyer

And they had all quitted the same weekend because of the transition to me bein' Canadian like I had no real like access to my funds

I was fucked up

And my lawyer wanted over like a quarter million to represent me for the appeal, so

You know I start hollerin' at all my rap friends, my celebrity friends and nobody was there

Niggas treatin' me like I was dead and this nigga Chris Brown, nigga, I'll never forget it

This nigga Chris Brown came out of nowhere, bro, he just gave me the money

He said, "Look, bro, when you get outside, nigga, holla at me

Hope you come home"

That's a real nigga, bro

Without that nigga, bro

Nigga'd be fucked up, bro

Real talk, bro

Thank you, my nigga

A nigga just want to succeed, bro

Get out of this shit and just shine different

But I appreciate everybody who helped me through this

You know, where or whatever make it without you

God first