Correction Lyrics I’m Free by GRM Daily

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Ayo Scratcha, this beat sounds cold
Ah, man
I'm on basic again, I know I should've hid my TV
And now I'm burning even more, I just heard there's bash on Channel 3
I’m free, I’m free, I'm free, I'm free
Yeah

Got sent back to the nick with my head in my hands
I heard guys put a hit on man
So I stepped with my P.I’s strapped
They didn’t even leave a scratch
Over ten man ran when I swung my shank
I got Ish in his eye and his arm, I don’t even know how I still bussed that
Certain man claimed they was onto man but saw me in VS and didn’t do jack, facts, my generation's wack
It’s full of sheep that are f**king gassed
Nowadays guys ride 2 months while licking guys bums and think they're bad
Land road and thеn come back cah they care about ratings ovеr their cash
Bae was with me through the verdict but she bailed out near the end of my sentence
Govs weren’t tryna free up my crips, they said they had zips and they were too expensive (Jokeman)
Couldn’t go to the shops and get what I want
Had to get sh*t sent in
Had me shouting, "Where’s my parcel at?"
Every time I walked past reception
Pussio try say he a trapper but his whole bird he was P.I stepping
Don’t claim you have smoke with me, if you don’t or can’t find yourself wetted
It’s good to be home it’s time to put all my plans into action
So I gotta be on point, can’t go back to jail for another mad ting, mad ting (No way)

Free the rest of the guys, now that I’m home time to make some bands
Like I’m tired of these goddamn people
'Cah when they get stabbed, we go to the can
Like I swear it’s a waste of time
On pricks that only know how to snitch
When we should be making bands
When we should’ve been making grands
Free the rest of the guys, now that I’m home time to make some bands
Like I’m tired of these goddamn people
'Cah when they get stabbed, we go to the can
Like I swear it’s a waste of time
On pricks that only know how to snitch
When we should be making bands
When we should’ve been making grands

Like I swear man the beef is washed and then they change blocks
How on earth can I call them opps when they don’t do sh*t but instead write songs?
Real talk man, that sh*t is embarrassing, the whole Forest Gate
They just recruit new guys on their landing
Can’t believe I am beefing mandem that stunt on snap with their olders packed
And yutes that sit on there ass all day and say they been making racks
Bro's driving as fast as he can, he’s tryna get rid of the dumb NPAS
If we end up in a crash we’re p*ssed cah we turned off all the air bags
Govs messed up on the movement again, so now I’m busy trynna swing my fists
It’s 1 o’clock in the morning, I’m chatting thru gaps like I had me a lisp
Bro just came thru with the pack so now I’m feeling like a f**king blimp
Jail house crep game come serious
Like Lil Rat when he’s up in the gym
I can tell you about basic spends, I had to put that all on my credit
Adjudication in front of the governor, tryna not laugh when he’s showing footage
I’m moving like I’m Stevie Wonder, while he’s asking, what were you thinking?
I got slapped with 21 days, I hid my TV, I was still winning
Mummy told me, if you don’t hear, you must feel I should’ve listened still
It’s a shame I did not get that until I was asking for appeals
Don’t sign in the roads for the thrill
This sh*t ain’t a joke cuz I'm clutching the steel
I'm fresh home, fresh home priorities have to get fulfilled, for real

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