Free Melly

[Intro: DC The Don]
Ray, where the fuck are you?
Damn, Trademark

[Chorus: YNW BSlime]
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 hunnid 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 (Oh)
Yeah, I'm glad for you
Man, I'm glad (Oh)
Yeah, I'm glad for you

[Verse 1: YNW BSlime]
Yeah, glad the boys just rеally made it out
Stack this cheddar, make my brothеr 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 feelin' 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 that they 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 turnin' back, we full gas

[Chorus: YNW BSlime]
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 hunnid 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 (Oh)
Yeah, I'm glad for you
Man, I'm glad (Oh)
Yeah, I'm glad for you

[Verse 2: DC The Don]
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 didn't shoot with me in the gym, racks in, I don't know y'all
V-12 with some turbo, legendary shit, J. Cole
Tryna go up, we in sport mode (Whoa)
All this shit I'm doin' really legendary, hella legendary
I don't know, she said, "You the G.O.A.T. and Donny, it don't make sense" (Whoa, whoa)
And I said, "Yes, girl, now I know and it's so dope livin' on the road, but I ain't got my brother with me, I ain't ate since" (Ah-ooh, yeah)
But she said, "Okay, let's get's to it, I peep the shit you doin'"
I just want your soul, baby, can you do it? (Oh)
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

[Chorus: YNW BSlime]
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 hunnid 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 (Oh)
Yeah, I'm glad for you
Man, I'm glad (Oh)
Yeah, I'm glad for you