No Free Features, Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro: RLSG KD & RMC Mike] RLSG Gang Bitch [Verse 1: RMC Mike] I mixed the Wock' with the red, now I'm activated You ain't drinkin' real lean, that shit evaporated Dog wasn't tryna throw no deal, so I had to take it KD finessed seven thousand out a cancer patient Bitch wanna hit the road bad and meet the scam fam My mama named Betty Rubble, bitch, I'm Bamm-Bamm Ugly Black bitch with some ass, damn, Pam Hit three hoes in one night, that's a grand slam [Verse 2: RLSG KD] You'd fall in love with a bitch that I probably ran High as hell mixin' lean up, I'm tryna land Dope-boy Air Maxes on, you be rockin' Vans I just punched some brand-new furniture from Art Van I just seen a nigga that I shot say, "What's up, fam?" I just seen a nigga that I sold cut for a band Once you learn how to cook dope, you can be the man My bitch tried to fight me in the kitchen, hit her with a pan [Verse 3: RMC Mike] I took my cup in the booth to get my mind clear I had to pay an extra fee to get the pints here Chasin' chicken all year 'round in some Nike Airs Got a nigga baby mama pregnant, gave him nightmares I'll hit the road with this shit if the price is right Package came in, me and Ri goin' pint for pint Bro just bought seventeen new Glocks, he don't like to fight I'll never give up on this shit, boy, I like this life [Verse 4: RLSG KD] Bought a new rifle, on the roof tryna get a snipe My fiend came with a new fiend, I made him hit the pipe Ridin' 'round with a nigga mama, bangin' Kelly Price I don't trust these new niggas, because they be device I just made 20K this week off a post office Unc' got a thou' he can spend, I'ma slowball him Niggas wanna rap like us, but they just talkin' I got the rob-a-nigga method, make you come off it [Verse 5: RMC Mike] Free my brother Phil, that's my baby, he a head buster Dog think I'm fuckin' on his bitch, I'm gettin' red from her Every now and then, I ain't gon' lie, I get the head from her Hit the road with nothin', came back home with a lead quarter I got some shit stashed away that I can't speak about Put the address in the GPS, let me beat the route I don't sell weed, go down the street to my people house Dope strong as fuck, it made Jamie knock Lisa out [Verse 6: RLSG KD] You went down easy street, I took the harder route Remember Mike had the studio at the fiend house Spent his rent money on some dope and he got put out Seven-fifty for a half a hard, we was in a drought Two different times in my life, but that's over now My fiend don't wanna cop rocks, he want boulders now He get SSI on the first, but he owe it out He spend six hundred every month, he be showin' out