42 Dugg - Free Me lyrics

[Intro] (Antt did the track) Free them boys Let me show you how life work, guns the sh*t (BeatGang) Ayy [Verse 1] My youngin caught an L, for some makin' that knife work (Why?) 'Cause ain't no guns in that b*tch I seen a ni**a get an L before he got his life (Took an L) I know a ni**a 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, b*tch, 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 sh*t, I go handle 'em for me I'm from the East side, look up the street signs, we made it When Rеce died, I seen the rеal ni**as 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 ni**as winnin', b*tch, 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 [Chorus] Yeah, I let my b*tch count a half a ticket when she stressed out ni**as know who run the city, pick your best five How the fu*k 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 ni**a she fu*kin' [Verse 2] Inventory seven hundred, I got one on the way Condo for fu*kin' b*tches probably furnished by Baby See, I grew up around killers (Killers), robbers (Robbers), jackers Moonwalkin' 'round this b*tch, 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 fu*k with Tony Still'll pull up in the zone, I ain't squashin' sh*t with Cory What the fu*k do y'all be on? I swear I see too many cameras b*tch, you know that sh*t 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 b*tch, I'm here A lot a money, lot of jewelry, we ain't trippin' on you, period [Chorus] I let my b*tch count a half a ticket when she stressed out ni**as know who run the city, pick your best five How the fu*k you bust a Richard down with SIs? How much a, yeah, one point V-V? 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 ni**a she fu*kin'