Free Tune

Текст песни Deniro Farrar - Free Tune

Yeah
Keep everything too
If it ain't right, it ain't right
KLBK
We that generation
Free Tune
Do what I say
My name is Young

And I had to get my weight up
In the hood where they quick to let the K bust
I was taught to never let a nigga play us
Somebody check you like, "Where the fuck you stay, bruh?"
Throw 'em up, fuck 'em up, we was taught to play rough
In the streets where the police might harass you
Trappin' off the cellphone to avoid the hassle
Fist fight at every party simply 'cause we had to
Reachin' for your pistol and my nigga would be glad to
Pump you full of slugs, now the medics gotta bag you
Hood hoes with us ratchet, nigga, they'll stab you
Just a night inside my life, you lucky you ain't have to
Grow up the way I grew up
Papa was an alcoholic, drinkin' 'til he threw up
I turned 21, bought a bottle just to pour up
Got my first son and I'm lucky that I showed up
'Cause my daddy was a no-show
So me bein' a deadbeat father, that's a no-no
Grindin' while he sleepin', told my girl we need mo' dough
She carryin' my second son, it really startin' to show though
No more sellin' dope and havin' run-ins with the po-po
Regardless of the fact this rap money comin' slow though
Just 'cause you walk away don't mean you pussy or a ho though
Free my brother Tune, but shit, you already know though, yeah

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What's good with you, bruh?
Boy, you on that Patriot Part 2, bro, what's happenin'?
Ain't nothin', chillin', bro, what's the deal?
Well, let the world know what it be
I just wanted to stop and tell you how proud I am of you, man
Stayin' down with this music shit, bro

And I'm lookin' in the eyes of the judge
'Cause I'm knowin' that he crooked
My lil' brother fightin' for his life, hope he don't get it tooken
By the fuckin' penal system or the crooked-ass jury
That's why I go hard, fuck the fame and the jewelry
I'm the motherfuckin' sickest, and can't no doctor cure me
Fuck these bitches that be all about them games
Young heartbreak kid writin' all about my pain
R.I.P. to all my niggas who got murked
I just be myself and it work
And I know that you hurt
I'm exposin' all you rap niggas, liftin' up your skirt
Behold, Lord, a pale horse
Ghetto politician with a raspy voice
That niggas wish they had like that fuckin' Porsche

Man, fuck these niggas, haha
Free my lil' brother Tune, man
KLBK, we that generation
Already, bruh
You already know that, man
I told 'em I got next, bruh, it's finna happen, bruh
Yeah, I think that Patriot 2 gon' be a classic though, bruh
Oh yeah
I heard a few songs on there
Ayy
Nigga definitely gettin' better, bruh
I said when they let you out, bruh
We gon' be too booked up to do pushups, bruh
Got the whole world screamin', "Free Tune," it's a movement now
Yeah, man, I hope everything be straight, man
I'll be home soon, bruh
Man, come on, man, you know that shit, bruh
You gon' be home more than soon, bruh
Everybody hollerin', "Free Tune," bruh, it's a movement, man
I'm tellin' you, bruh, it's a movement
We done spoke that in the universe
Can't nobody fuck with me, Chico
Nah, nah, nah
Free Reckle in the world, man
What time you bounce for Canada?
Oh, I don't know, in the morning sometime
I ain't even check my damn flight shit yet, bruh, I gotta do that
Keep doin' your thing out there, bruh, you already know
I think this gon' really do somethin' for you, the Patriot 2, man
That's what it is, bruh
Already, man, well, I love you, bruh
Bro, I love you too, bro, keep doin' your thing, bro
Alright, man, say no more