CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Free Chaotic
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
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
