Ay, ayy
Like smoke under light posts, I rise when the moon glows
Cut ties with a few folks, big prize off of big smoke
I go where the wind blows, no snow but it’s still cold
Two Glocks on akimbo, so don’t f#ck with my kinfolk
Hand a pack thru the window, didn’t listen to my big bro
When he asked, “Is the hustle worth the heat?”
Ima stretch my hands when me and Death meet
Soul lives forever it’s not something breath keeps
Your product going stale, all I got is fresh tree
sh#t fly off the shelf, hurry up and text me
Ship that sh#t out then I count my blessings
Bust with the Fleetwood Mac
Learn early on watchеd your back
They got knives they gon plant likе 9 or 10 of the sword
Try to kill the boy but came up short
Try to take my lane but I swerved of course
I’m that n#gg# that lived
Don’t think of crackers when I pull up in the whip
Run up on me stupid then my finger might slip
Like sh#t
Drop the smoke bomb then dip
Got bomb smoke where I live
Spirits all cleansed from the crib
But the coupe same color of that exorcist spit, say
Spirits all cleansed from the crib
But the coupe same color of the exorcist spit
Better watch out with ya diss
Better watch out with ya diss
Better watch out with ya diss
Better watch out with ya diss
Turn you to a shadow in the mist
If I only had one wish?
I’d wish my dawg didn’t switch
But I guess it is what it is
Had a dream once now it’s dead
That’s the reason I made all this bread
Really I was just depressed
Is the bread really worth all the stress?
Ima keep it real: Yes
Took some time to heal and to rest
Then came back quicker than some first time sex
They keep asking me, “Free, what’s next?”
I say staying free is really all that’s left
If you’re cool with that let’s be friends
If you’re not, then watch your head
Watch your head
Watch your heard, the upturned nose exposes the neck
I’m a guillotine wet with blood
Words leaving the mouth will either raise sons or end them
Shut the f#ck up if you got a preference
I’m aiming where your breath is
Paint the door with the lambs blood
If you don’t wanna see me next kid
Quartz stone in the grill prevents all hexes
My flex is like a water buffalo gorging the throat of a lion
While a British n#gg# narrates its dying
I’m tryna watch the light fade from you slowly
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