FREE ALL THE LIFERS

His mama died before he got to see the board again Them diss songs will make me suit up and go score again Go to the store, I need a pot that I can pour this in Straight to hell that's where I'm goin', like you ain't knowin' If she ain't hoeing', I don't want her, you can keep her Niggas on the internet begging to meet the reaper I got all these screenshots of you begging me for a feature We don't follow followers home, we want the leader Same respect I give to a hustler, I give to Tweaker Same charge they give to the squeezer, they give the driver He ain't DOA when they found him, he went to Kaiser You could tell the difference, VS's a lil' brighter He ain't spend no dub on that trinket, bitch, you a liar I ain't fuck lil' mama, they told me that she on fire The lawyer ain't gon' get me out this one 'cause of the priors Drillers don't love me, they love when I send the wire Yeah, tell that boy Zip with no skelly, eye of the tiger Callin' just to see how you doing, free all the lifers His mama died before he got to see the board again Go to the store, I need a pot that I can pour this in Them diss songs will make me suit up and go score again When you was broke that envelope consisted more than ten It's HGM with me, more than this Yeah, I be on my lonesome, only thing to keep me wholesome They fuck with me in Kentucky, they love me out there in Tulsa The worst feeling in the world is being sober Somebody get this man a badge, he the rollers 20 plus without no smut, you niggas bogus Hit him anywhere above the neck, you get a bonus Never place popularity over motion Apparently we the dopest to ever come out the bitty And we ain't tamper with nothin' except the titties I'm talkin' Cinnabon's on the blicky, they sitting pretty If buddy iffy, cut him off 'cause you don't need him Sent them bitches in the store for some magnums and then we leave him Over achieving, I really come from the bottom Before I put on this Rollie, I really put on my partners Love that nigga Parker, forever, that's on my mama First he gave me the Sig, then he gave me the chopper Round table meetin', politics and lasagna Or the truffle ravioli with the lobster You ain't activated, you actin', you need a Oscar Gang psychologically ill, niggas is stalkers I been scheming ever since the day we lost him While on your beanie ever since the day you crossed us