Never Free

Shout out to the Brethren Sonda for the beat Fuckin' oath Lad (Sonda on the beat) Don't judge me, ten in a box, shout to the mens on lock Foot long shank for the opps, putting all the holes in your top Pump a esh with my celly, charging money funded my telly Down to splash for the man them, dip that shovel rank in your belly Man, ain't shit you can't tell me, blazing blaze all day it ain't healthy On an opp block I'm lurkin', gloves on by myself, I'm all stealthy Rep S 2 S, who want drama? Like wagwan come and want start it On road wear them tings and we're blasting scary, stolen rides and we're laughing Burn a man like it's arsen, cock that pistol back and then blast it Went to seg for shanking these bastards, three months man im back in that yard then Who mersh a man when they ask him, bet man drop me cold when they asked him Boy bridge up gon' be a target, we gone finish things them boy started Seal 'em like who want test me? Who want disrespect me? Share that rum, that's on me You know that sharp and deadly Lico was on road with his weapons, now he's too outblazing up eshins When I was a ward we hit two eleven Split that two ways, counting up blessings Stuck on the wing like bird feathers, playin' cards with murderers This sim card service isn't perfect but I'm still earning quids Discussions with columbians, can't trust translators, gotta learn and shit Que con Julios inside bitches, in Spanish, not talkin' xanaxs When I say that we are landing bricks Stacks so thick that I switched our feet These cunts are acting like they're Brad Pitt Thousand packs that fat Pez might rip Just blew my cash, I'm pissed Gotta bally up like rappers in vids Doing a wack on video chat Kickin' back with a slag, she's flashing her tits Still walk, still walk around, two spikes in my fist, done pierced like Jesus Christ Lately been losing sleep, I can't tell you the reasons why But I still gotta move this heat so my family be eatin' right I get lit then I beast on mics, all these thots wanna be my side Line up shots gotta make my future, 8 balls and cues ain't snooker Boot full trips, everyday gets risky, I started 30 bucks for a 2fer Now the cops won't catch this supra, don't stop when I see them lights Last month I was moving bupe inside, now I'm out and the fiends want white Hole in my greens inside, thots doing drops to my CSI's Freezing nights, I still serve the junkies, my kids ain't hungry, they eating right But I hate these long nights, since young it has been my life Since a kid, all my olders told me, when I get grind, I would be this guy Now I rap up beans and rice, meth in a ton, Mexican plug 'Cause we got P's at the cheapest price, going OT in the streets all night I don't hang with fleas or mice, dogs and rats, they can meet my knife I got dreams of a decent life but D's under me wanna see me fried Shout out to the Brethren Sonda for the beat Fuckin' oath Lad