Free, yeah, to pound the lost streets You're free, what a strain it is to stay curled Free, yeah, to join the obsolete Free, free, free, free When
heart And put it away under lock and key But its high time Miss Lady Girl sets her heart free and gives her love to me Some think that diamond rings; fancy cars
party fuck around you going end up starvin, fuck I stay fly live free die hard no Bruce Willis this the whole nine yard thought that I can rhyme bars go and buy cars
hitting walls It's a war with the enemy Writing verses could be a freestyle or something written in a week Ain't finna peak yet I just freeze 'em with the free
stay draped in VVS diamonds, VS1's And we don't tolerate jackers, we take jackers to Vietnam Sunday night is well connected, with Big Steve and Captain Jack Tuesday night we at the rocks, with ten cars
residency flipping Ran a car into my own shit, shouldn't I be glad To be like Joe, but have to lose everything 'fore I get it back I get free game, I stacks my cars
we no have no fear Them no have so read ma lips or pull up a chair (Repeat 3 times) Tricky: (next message) Stress for free (?) They wanna stretch
out with a rapper, a kid named Don We got more drunk than a skunk and happy as can be We went, to the Latin Quarters and we got in free Scoopin all the
down, wind blowing, I got a hell of a fan base and it's still growing 50 grand on my man can't stay in form Fast cars and nice broads I got a thing for
-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County. [Someone else commenting] "We think it's the banning of free speech. First Amendment protects
little sun [ Brother Marquis ] Feelin' the breezes of the cool winds blowin' On a mission, not knowin' where I'm goin' It's a free day, and I got free
try Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open, greed, brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen
'll try Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open free, brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen
sellin them crooked cops marijuana Label me a success, I made the switch Retired from the life that never gave me shit With cash that I couldn't spend, countless cars
reminisce, I think about my ghetto bliss And wonder how we came to this I help an old lady across the street, the cost is free I can't take what she
crooked cops marijuana, label me a success,i made tha switch, retired from the life that neva gave me shit, but cash that i couldn't spend, countless cars
my soul I'm a man of my own STOP BITCHING Doncha understand I do what I want STOP BITCHING STOP BITCHING Jersey girls 'n' fats cars Freakouts 'n' go-
