Free All The Real

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Free All The Real

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[Intro] Ugh 6-4-1-2-7 nigga Pinky finger tycoon nigga [Verse 1] I don't really rock Gucci, Ima different shopper Gucci strap on my chopper, I do this for Gotcha (What up Sliccs) I tote it on my back, like my city nigga (KC) I'm posted in the trap, shooting fifties nigga (That's right) If he ain't in the game, you can keep it common Always hollering Big Fact, never getting dollars (Yup) Ya'll bad for the sport, I'm just being honest (Being honest) That's why these new niggas, they don't wanna pay no homage (Nope) They got respect for the shooters, but not they mamas (Not they mamas) Till they end up with a bond, half a million dollars That nigga lying every time he put it on his mama (They lying) When he knowing damn well he don't care about her (That's your mama nigga) You can try to hit granny, she ain't picking up (She ain't picking up) Disrespect his gang gang, so they cut him off (Gang gang) He was just going live, talking fly shit (Talking fly shit) But he was never in position and that's nine tenths (That's 9 tenths) [Chorus] Free all the real, you know the system corrupted I rep the struggle, I ain't giving a fuck I ain't giving a fuck Throw up the M when I'm giving it up The Whale Mafi, we ain't giving a fuck We ain't giving a fuck I don't internet beef, Ima different mobsta Send a kite to your city, they pull up and drop ya Ya already know about my city dude I can get a nigga touched before his Uber do (KC) Ya'll ain't got these sticks, these is different choppers Hit the switch, do a hundred like that nigga ??? Without the four finger rings, I'm the head honcho Eat a bag of ranch Doritos, on the ranch with Poncho High IQ, equals low-risk Tied in like Hootie with the Blowfish [Verse 2] Getting 'em for a price we can live with He was tied in, playing with them M ticks Once a month I hear a horn on my compound He don't never let cha know when he touching down I move just like him on the realie nigga You'll never meet this level of a Whalie nigga A humble ass huslta, showing no aggression Never made the same mistake, big up progression We pop the Crystal, nineteen ninety seven We toast it to the game, man this shits a blessing They ain't one units, you can recompress 'em We switching up spots, gotta keep 'em guessing Got them things come in floods in my section tho' Nine tenths of the game is possession tho' [Chorus] Free all the real, you know the system corrupted I rep the struggle, I ain't giving a fuck I ain't giving a fuck Throw up the M when I'm giving it up The Whale Mafi, we ain't giving a fuck I don't internet beef, Ima different mobsta Send a kite to your city, they pull up and drop ya Ya already know about my city dude I can get a nigga touched before his Uber do Ya'll ain't got these sticks, these is different choppers Hit the switch, do a hundred like the nigga ??? Without the four finger rings, I'm the head honcho Eat a bag of ranch Doritos, on the ranch with Poncho High IQ, equals low-risk Tied in like Hootie with the Blowfish High, high IQ, equals low-risk Tied in like Hootie with the Blowfish

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