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Free Chaotic
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Uh, CLE There's a lot of gangsters in the cut Free them real n***as For real (Late nights with bro DeejayM0, he mix it) Bro said mi'yute get up out the bando, give a ticket My other bro said mi'yute you a gangster who you kidding? I was in the South Detention, for my drugs you had to fish it All the evidence was circ*mstantial so they had to dish it I'm supplying all the needs, I get whatever you fiend I got up, down, dope, coke, pills, guns, and weed I can't go back to my kitchen 'cause he's mossing on the breeze N***as in the streets say, "Free Chaotic", where his lawyer fees? Uh, facts, thinks he knows 'bout Con Air 'cause he went to the pen on a plane Lil' bro 'bout his money and violence, so I call him Shooter Shane If you get tied up in that jam, we don't say no names My yutes'dem they go bonkers, get shot in your face My opps don't put in work, these pussies live behind my comments Had done lived through several shootouts, we don't got nothing in common Spooky told me f**k Ontario, go outta province I got bagged at Chester Le 'cause I'm a hero in my projects I'm all baked when I'm on road, I got PTSD Like [?], you would know if he Vietnamese When I was young I paid attention to my history One ting I learned, don't do no dealings with no Kennedy's One ting I learned about the police, they gon' always fawad You on the road and shooting n***as, better have some dollars A couple goofs step on my case, I know about informers My Warya's active, keep my gun when I'm in pyjamas Uh, the east end would do you detro My U.K bredrin told me it's easy, it's mod, they call it the petrol Bro put a brick on a watch, uh Look at the bling on the bezzle '09 VP strip, n***a I make it hot as a kettle I'm rollin' around, I'm on a mod ting, couple of hundred of rounds I get a baddie, listen to Brandy, said that she wanna be down '015 Two came home, throw money all around What you know 'bout lockdown days, and the calling the count My likkle bredrin from the 'Burbs bought a quarter key He said he wants to do a ting and be like Johnny Cee He said he's 10 dizzy gang and shoot south of degrees He said he's favourite mop, he also [?] I told him, cool and learn the game before you crush the streets It's guaranteed your gonna see some n***as rest in peace For real, for real I never double destiny Your gonna learn the coke, and I'ma have my recipe My opps that used to be my family, they know where I stand I'm all in my bag, I'm feeling like bag I put Tec in the brand I put in work for CLE, I told you I'm the man Before I went to trap in field, I sold 100 grams I'm preein' Van', I'm really tryna go to California The bwoy'dem tryna twine me up, there's too much paranoia Every dawg got they day when they f**k up the streets I grew accustomed to this gangster sh*t, I'm from the Le
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