Free Dem Boyz, Pt. 2

Free them boys, free them boys forever (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) My lil' brother like eight now, see 10 Mile Got one-fifty on 8 Mile My dirtbike's on 10 Mile, no friends now Problems, I don't let them kill me Clap one time if y'all feel me (bitch) Clap one time if y'all hear me (bitch) Clap one time, you filthy (rich) Bag touched down at sixty Back on the high with a 'conda Bitch, watch me climb from the bottom I'on't wanna fuck, I'm fucked up Ayy, if you ain't fucked them, you fucked us Five hundred thousand made off YouTube Whole gang get a chain, on 42 Man, them youngins with a name, gon' blow too I can't wait 'til Armand graduate school I keep tellin' Quez, "Nigga, you don't want it like me" "Want a Trackhawk? Get you one like me" I been missin' Lou since 2019 '21 coupe, this is not a '19 And life been crazy, I ain't seen my baby Sendin' her money, bitch, prolly still hatin' Mama, I miss you, sittin' here with these pictures Gettin' far from rap, gettin' closer to the kitchen Still fuck these niggas, all about my gang Still on Dugg, gon' be hard for me to change "I'on't fuck with Dugg, " nigga, know that shit was lame Ain't gon' speak about it though Can tell she been fuckin', by them sneakers by the door I ain't thinkin' about a ho, got the bag and the cash 'Cept my bud, thirty-eight for the grass 'Cept my Bloods, whole team full of rats Better have a camera, nigga, talkin' 'bout pressin' These hoes messy, can't trust shit, I fuck a bitch bestie Still on the six-five, down to the seven Big ass crib, me and Don used to get it Fuck around and lose service, I ain't chillin', I'm servin' Steady sippin' on syrup, reason I move slow Put that on my son, fentanyl, then I go Feel off twice, got back off dope Denim doin' life, can't wait 'til he come home Niggas ain't with me, do this shit on my own Correct me if I'm wrong but it's fuck niggas Cuz came home haste, he was was up with 'em RIC happy I made it, I can tell Skinny back home from a L Still free Nell, still free Merey When they're hatin', I love it My uncle, nigga, and my brothers We made it, bitch, used to struggle Now it's fuck, now whenever that bag touch Shoot for every day, for like nine months I'm grateful, doggy, I ain't had nothin' Put all out, I won't have nothin' This Louis here and these Mike's Them thirty pointers on my whites She fuck good but I'm scared Maybe 'cause I still remember Paris That was our bitch, now she theirs I ain't trippin' on shit though, she a big ho Ride '21 Track' with the tint on Y'all the type of niggas I shit on Still Big 4's, free them boys