F.R.E.E Style Lyrics

Lately I been stressed the fuck out

Chilling with my partner two weeks later he got gunned down

I know niggas locked up in them cells that run the jails now

And I know niggas locked up for that work since Jill Scott was hot

I ain't talking about no cell but I get cheese by the block

She say she only eat chicken so I fed her ass this cock

New Orleans downtown trench nigga

Only way I seen to get rich is hit the block and sell rocks

Skinny jeans on with about thirty shots in this glock

I got these chains on got me colder than an icebox

I snip the head off the coupe I had to circumcise the top

I'm giving L's like the boot and that's true like the jeans I rock

I hit the H and caught a charge was on the run for twenty-five

Said fuck it turned myself in they had booked me on the spot

I sat a month then popped that bail for ten bands that ain't nun

Hit the block again and went back stunting ain't changing for nun

I ride chauffeured in the back like Rosa Parks don't do no fronting

Go to job interviews in tennis shoes shirt untucked I'm thugging

F.R.E.E Gang friends really envy everything I swear

Fake niggas I can't be around em energy ain't there

I pop a jigger hit the za it give me energy I swear

GMP I blow that money fast like Meech and terry em

I body beats I put em six feet deep I bury them

I ball out the gym on niggas beats yeah I carry them

Just cause I'm small niggas talk that shit like I'm scared of them

My money longer than collect calls I put that bread on em

I had to take em back to school like paper with the lead on em

She want to be my other half I told her meet me there like S-8ighty em

I was in that field when bullets getting throwed like Brady em

On Bundy sold dope and was the candy lady em

My momma been a fucking gangster she been having bread and shit

I get a five and double that that's how you flip your bread and shit

When I was young my momma said my head was harder than a bitch

My first car that sort no keys to start it in this bitch

I can't believe I'm boutta have a baby and it's a him

When he get old he going to be like his daddy fly than a bitch

Lately I been stressed the fuck out

Chilling with my partner two weeks later he got gunned down

I know niggas locked up in them cells that run the jails now

And I know niggas locked up for that work since Jill Scott was hot

I ain't talking about no cell but I get cheese by the block

She say she only eat chicken so I fed her ass this cock

New Orleans downtown trench nigga

Only way I seen to get rich is hit the block and sell rocks

I swear to God