Free Melly (feat. DC The Don)

(Ray, where the fuck are you?) (Damn, Trademark) Make it, yeah, they always told me I would make it And it feel like The Matrix, 'cause the way that they all be fakin' And I ride with a hundred rounds, 'cause I know they tryna take me And we finna gun 'em down if that boy ever try to play me Yeah, it's sad, the industry makin' me mad And I told my brother yesterday, he the best friend I ever had Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you Yeah, glad the boys who really made it out Stack this cheddar, make my brother proud Watch out for the snake niggas They gon' talk about you when you not around And that's factual, they be cappin', bro Can't let them get past me though New crib when I blow up, I'm feeling too real, finna go up I got a .30 on me, better show up No, you not gang, lil' boy, you don't know us I know that they lame, I know they be runnin' He want the bank, he don't want the money I told my brother, "I feel something comin'" No more rainy days, it's finna be sunny, yeah Oh, I watched it all, seen it all No more calls, we gon' ball It's in the past, know it wouldn't last No turning back, we full gas Make it, yeah, they always told me I would make it And it feel like The Matrix, 'cause the way that they all be fakin' And I ride with a hundred rounds, 'cause I know they tryna take me And we finna gun 'em down if that boy ever try to play me Yeah, it's sad, the industry makin' me mad And I told my brother yesterday, he the best friend I ever had Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you Mercedes-Benz, it's a S-class, I could skrrt off Walked in with some Rick Owens jeans, racks out, I'ma show-off Bitch, you did shit with me in the gym, racks in, I don't know y'all V12, with some turbo, legendary shit, J. Cole We tryna go up we in sport mode (whoa) All this shit I'm doing really legendary, hella legendary I don't know, she said, you the GOAT and Donny, it don't make sense (whoa, whoa) And I said, "Yes girl, now I know" And it's so dope Living on the road, but I ain't got my brother with me I ain't ate since (ooh) But she said, "Okay, let's get to it, I peep the shit you doing" I just want your soul, baby, can you do it? And don't be sorry, I don't need a sorry, save that shit for the radio Slam the door and you swerve off (skrrt, skrrt) Sendin' broken hearts, always tryna get the last word off Make it, yeah, they always told me I would make it And it feel like The Matrix, 'cause the way that they all be fakin' And I ride with a hundred rounds, 'cause I know they tryna take me And we finna gun 'em down if that boy ever try to play me Yeah, it's sad, the industry makin' me mad And I told my brother yesterday, he the best friend I ever had Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you