Rowdy Rebel - #FreeThe9 lyrics

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Rowdy Rebel - #FreeThe9 lyrics

[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel] 2014 n***a my life done changed Look at my city n***a, that sh** on flames Big up to Brooklyn n***a like shotta days But everyday I'm with my ICM, sapase Used to ride on them n***as block everyday Tryna go rock, n***as tryna rock me But how you gon' stop a n***a that ain't like me? We still in co*ky, get it with the posse Calmly, sh**ting with the army Tryna get in touch with my mommy Just to see her sons living properly I tell her, "me and Fetti good", thanks to [?] No more bandos or probably lobbies It's big house, big couch with a balcony And I bet them hating n***as still doubting me Shout out to Meek Milly, real OGs always look out for me [Verse 2: Rowdy Rebel] Do you see my vision? To the top we go, to the top of the ceiling What about them buildings No heat, no water, no toilet to sh** in So now when I get it, with me and my brother n***a we sh**ting Kemar got a prison Build pops a home, just to go chill in What about my living? Everyday with a Glock 'cause them n***as was k**ing But I was commited To all of my n***as so yeah I was with it I was strapped with a glizzy I mean strapped with a glizzy, looking for n***as If I see him, I swish 'em I'll let Cueno go get em 'cause Cueno so with it If he move, we blitz it He 'gon end up missing My n***as so different Better mind your business Don't start no sh**, if you ain't 'gon finish Bet it hurt your feelings 'Cause the day you lack, my n***as is k**ing When I get that million Take care of the k**ers, the hood and the children [Interlude: Rowdy Rebel] I do this sh** for the ghetto n***a For my block, for my hood, for my gang, for my n***as, for all my fallen soldiers RIP all my felons, free the felons I do it for the real GS9, we too 9 Ain't no chill bu*ton I come from the 9 hoe [Verse 3: Don Q] I'm the crack when the coat cook I'm the dope that the boat pushed Google me n***a, just go look Who are these n***as? They so shooked I got a bag, I pile up the stash of hundreds That sh** about 4 foot n***a that's a C-note book My chain hot, Kilo look Just say a prayer if you care for me 'Cause I remember who was there for me I'm famous so I move carefully I'm taking d** for the therapy It's only one It's not a pair in me I don't know why they comparing me I am the one Look how they staring me Wishing that they can get near to me I keep a gun It ain't no fear in me n***a this must be a parody My chain is a ton All of this clarity Raising my funds like a charity My dog on the run It is not fair to me He said them folks tryna bury me He just had a son but apparently We never speak on the phone cause they hearing me It's clear to me That I'm the n***a that the streets praise Catch a charge then I leave state I got k**ers waiting on release dates Put in work n***a each day And it's overnight I don't sleep late I'm in the alley with the free base For the n***as tryna get they weed laced Philippé plates when I eat steak Remember I couldn't afford it The rent due and we couldn't ignore it Furniture put in the storage I throw your b**h in the whip and I floor it Shades? I Christian Dior it She was just under my pics and he saw it Then he went tryna report it Gotta watch who you trust n***a Nowadays it'll be the close ones sh** changed when the folks come They gone tell em all about your coke run Pay attention, gotta see the signs Gotta read in between the lines Certain things you gotta keep in mind Real n***a, free the 9 [Interlude: Don Q] Yeah, came in from nothing n***a I know how it feel to take loses Put your n***as in position to make bosses I took over the streets single-handedly n***a You gotta respect that I put my hood on my back first n***a Yeah, free GS9 n***a Free all my n***as locked down I ain't forget about none of y'all, gang

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