42 Dugg — Free Me

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Antt did the track
Free dem boys, free dem boys
Let me show you how life works, guns with the shit
Ayy…
My youngin’ caught a L, forced him makin’ that knife work
‘Cause ain’t no guns in that bitch
I seen a nigga get a hit before he got his life
I know a nigga got a L but 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 since five of ’em fucked me
And I ain’t pullin’ paper on shit, I go handle ’em for me
I’m from the East side, look up the street signs, we made it

When Reece died, I seen them real niggas was fakin’
And I keep five hunnid in small bills for Baby
Never turn my back on my brother, momma, 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’ land
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 that city, pick your best five
How the fuck you bust a Richard down with SIs?
How much a, yeah, one point V-V?
Free dem boys, they get fast 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 hunnid, I got one on the way
Condo for fuckin’ bitches probably furnished by Baby
See, I grew up around killers (Killers), robbers
Jackson moonwalkin’ around this beat, R.I.P. Michael Jackson
I ain’t ever 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 Quan’

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 off more than veneers
On the 6, you know it’s serious, how you know? ‘Cause bitch, I’m here
A lot a money, a lot of jewelry, we ain’t trippin’ on you, period
Yeah, I let my bitch count a half a ticket when she stressed out
Niggas know who run that city, pick your best five
How the fuck you bust a Richard down with SIs?
How much a, yeah, one point V-V?
Free dem boys, they get fast 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’