FahtMike - Free Em' Prod. Lyrics

I cant trust these niggas that be after fame
Never switch or go against the grain
Miss ma brother he up in that cage
Say you with me but you acting strange
Finesse him out the bag and split it wit little Milli
If you say want me pull out glocks and semis
I got 30 bullets I might cop me 50
If a opp run then I'm calling him Ricky
Blew out his back and now the ground is sticky
Watch the niggas around you shit can get tricky
Blew out his back and now the ground is sticky
Watch the niggas around you shit can get tricky
We in this bitch and we not showing pity
Cant trust every nigga cause some of em envy
You no bueno you cant walk round yo city
Got damn man these niggas is iffy
1 am me and Pelo up late
Trying to get some food to put on the plate
Glocky with the stick that nigga don't play
Run up wrong bullets decapitate
His bitch want the dick but I said go away
Free them niggas wearing blue upstate
F*ck the judge and the clerk them niggas I hate
Them bitches fagging but I'm here to stay
If you need something boy don't hesitate
I was just behind them bars I'm feeling yo pain
Went on the run yo house is where I stayed
Love you foo promise we to the top
When I get that check I'm buying you a watch
Nothing but bust downs on the clock
How y'all kick it but you calling him opp
Main reason circle smaller than dots
I cant trust these niggas that be after fame
Never switch or go against the grain
Miss ma brother he up in that cage
Say you with me but you acting strange
Finesse him out the bag and split it wit little Milli
If you say want me pull out glocks and semis
I got 30 bullets I might cop me 50
If a opp run then I'm calling him Ricky
Blew out his back and now the ground is sticky
Watch the niggas around you shit can get tricky
Blew out his back and now the ground is sticky
Watch the niggas around you shit can get tricky
We in this bitch and we not showing pity
Cant trust every nigga cause some of em envy
You no bueno you cant walk round yo city
Got damn man these niggas is iffy
Firme call me then I'm picking it up
2016 they caught us with guns
Didn't trip off shit cause we knew what it was
Took it on the chin could not be no punk
Pussy's snitch that could never be us
Pod 6 handball with the thugs
Blowing on woods to .5 sticks
When they brag about shit we did as a kid
Look at each other laugh and reminisce
High off the syrup dozing off we drift
Niggas try'd us but we doubled back quick
Glocks and chops aimed right at his nose
Big deal in my city no cap it's been told
Miss my brothers waiting till they get home
F*ck these niggas they ain't on what I'm on
F*ck these niggas they ain't on what I'm on
I cant trust these niggas that be after fame
Never switch or go against the grain
Miss ma brother he up in that cage
Say you with me but you acting strange
Finesse him out the bag and split it wit little Milli
If you say want me pull out glocks and semis
I got 30 bullets I might cop me 50
If a opp run then I'm calling him Ricky
Blew out his back and now the ground is sticky
Watch the niggas around you shit can get tricky
Blew out his back and now the ground is sticky
Watch the niggas around you shit can get tricky
We in this bitch and we not showing pity
Cant trust every nigga cause some of em envy
You no bueno you cant walk round yo city
Got damn man these niggas is iffy