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Free Peezy
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N***a, I just be sh*t talkin', I'm bad at rappin' (David Wesson) And I gotta be myself, I'm bad at actin' Alright, alright, ayy When I first met Big P, I was crack sellin' He told?me?sell?dope or just?rap, stop half?steppin' But I wasn't makin' money off the rap, so I laughed at him Bought some dope and caught a fed case, kinda a**-backwards You still talkin' 'bout a hundred K, boy, that ain't money P came home like f**k the Morton, one lines of red go for eight hundred Ghetto Boy piece cost eight racks, can you pay it for me? He said, "N***a, you could buy ten of 'em, just go say somethin'" Meanin' go to the studio and rap, n***a Then h? pulled out a bookbag with eighty racks in it He told m? if you got a catalog, then you can stack money He ain't have to sell an OJ, he just rap for it First day I met P was at the gas station He like, "You hard and I can get your a** some mad paper" But I ain't listen, went back to the block and started bag chasin' I love this rappin' sh*t, but my first pa**ion was drag racin' I only met the n***a twice, but he a real n***a That made it easier for me to sign a deal with him I'm a rapper now, two years ago, I was a pill flipper Steady addin' to my catalog, I'm tryna build, n***a Ghetto Boyz for life until I die, and that's the way it is Still reppin' Real Money Counter, free that n***a Ben Grinded hard for everything I got, we ain't need a BIN P told me with this rappin' sh*t, you don't need friends If I got it, my whole team gon' get a plate (Ghetto Boy) Never had my hand out, I'ma make it shake (I'ma make it shake) Hellcats back to back, f**k around and race (Skrrt) N***as talk a lot of sh*t, but never to my face (Huh?) A four of Wockhardt to the face (Yeah) Put up numbers in the Mil', it was me and Face (Babyface) Put on all my chains and locked the city up (We tourin') How you stackin' and you never put a fifty up? (Lame) Grown man paper, you a lil' kid (Go away) Check my stats to go see all the sh*t that I did (Go check) You can never f**k with me if you don't own a crib (Yeah) Winnin' ten years straight, you would think this sh*t is rigged (Run it) B*t*h, I'm up a half a ticket and I put that on my kids (Lougram) You can catch me walkin' down 6 Mile with a beater on Left Flanders with a heater on me, walked to Cedar Grove Down in the D by myself with a pita roll Ordered food at Coney Town and sold a brick 'fore the pita was gone Shot an opp n***a with a cannon like it's B-roll I'm finna start snatchin' n***as chain until Big P home In the Chi' on Michigan Ave with some P-Stones I don't f**k with the bougie b*t*hes, I like cheap hoes Six chains at one time, bust watch to go blind Two watches on, still never on time Expensive-a** drop you can never find Free Peezy, know ballin' ain't a crime N***a, free Peezy, we on the wintertime grind I let y'all drive them 'Cats in the summer, wintertime mine Rolls-Royce truck or Bentayga, which one I'm buyin'? Glock 45 and a 23, which one I'm firin'? 30K on my first kit, P'll be proud of me Flint Town n***a, but I know for sure the Mile love me Twenty 'bows of A1 on the way, I know the loud musty B*t*h love my d**k, she'll wash my dirty towels for me Givenchy shirt cost a n***a rent money (Two racks) Never hated, always told n***as get money (Real talk) Big guns, you ain't takin' sh*t from me (Never) I bet I stack triple more than n***as spent money (Lougram)
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