Free Me

Lyrics

[Chorus: Berner] All white Benz, I'm just ridin' like I'm leanin' Three or four charges and I'm hoping that I beat 'em They let us ball out, then they pull us out our dream Look at me Twenty-nine, in the cell screaming free me [Verse 1: Berner] New Gucci Loafs, uh, custom made Gucci coat Black jeans, fifty stacks, lean got me movin' slow Bitches in my face talkin' money, is she ready though I guess she strips and already hoes Trust me, I lost loved ones over money It's funny Cause I know my ex-wife still loves me Twenty on my head, try and take me away I'll leave a shooter on his face, dead You think that I'm playin' I'm talking nights with no sleep, stuck, thinkin' of jail My lil homie got hit, shit, I hope he don't tell I hope all is well, them letters gettin' harder to read My daughter needs her dad, but daddy's still stuck in them streets I'll do an old school flip with that mitt if I have too Roll the windows up and let the pigs right roll past you It's cloudy in my car, how you livin'? And if I die tonight, remember me like John Lennon Fly women give me gifts just to get some dick I'm on the road like Joe Pelly if the feds come hit I only rap cause I need this trap money legit I'm in the sticks, letting pounds of kush go for six In my Six, limo tint, sun roof, feel the sun Mind numb from the shit I seen, I hate doing wrong Crime pays, why lie, shit, I'm young and I'm rich Probably sittin' in the cell looking back at this shit [Chorus: Berner] All white Benz, I'm just ridin' like I'm leanin' Three or four charges and I'm hoping that I beat 'em They let us ball out, then they pull us out our dream Look at me Twenty-nine, in the cell screaming free me [Verse 2: Freeze Clark] Why the fuck my nigga Price die? Ain't no love in this streets, so the price high I cry, dry tears out my eyes, so I'm hot Wife walked out on our marriage cause I'm a mob guy She want a regular dude with a regular job But Freeze married to the game, it's not a facade No Bill Cosby, no Phylicia Rashad Bumpin' 2Pac's shit, Ambitions of a Rider Cause I'm a rider for my sun and my daughter I might off you, forgive me my heavenly father I ain't the best father, I need their approval I keep them fresh like every day is back to school Michael Jay Fox, I'm Back to the Future Tony Montana style, I am actor as future Good niggas dying, we need accurate shooters Accident homo niggas too sacred to put their dukes up [Chorus: Berner] All white Benz, I'm just ridin' like I'm leanin' Three or four charges and I'm hoping that I beat 'em They let us ball out, then they pull us out our dream Look at me Twenty-nine, in the cell screaming free me [Verse 3: Ampichino] House with two swimming pools All wood floors, glass ceiling, panoramic view Barbecues in the winter Still grittin', my vision clear even though I wear carty lenses Party with women that drink Bacardi and lemon You niggas is tardy, we've been revvin' Harley engines All my niggas that's gone, you know it's hard to mention And the concept like I'm fresh from a car convention Ball 'til I fall, I still thank God for livin' Don't go to church so I'm living this mob religion Cookin' work in the kitchen That's food for thought, my nigga, you do the dishes Cover your mouth when we talk, you know the feds listenin' Guns got to sparkin' at his little son Christinin' Neck and wrist glistinin' You owe bread, get found dead by an old white fisherman Hated like Zimmerman, looked at the world we livin' in Handle your business, we move more trees than Timberland Ball like the Wimbledon, Herringbone and Pendleton Project tenements, ya'll niggas indigent Ya'll talk that we livin' it, we walked and we did this shit We barkin' with bigger clips Don't care if you innocent Look at my black skin they me an immigrant He didn't die, I'mma hit him with an iller clip