Free The Guys

[VERSE 1]
Rollie rockin’ on my wrist, I keep a knot up on me (yea)
Young scholar, stackin’ dollars, know I got it on me (yea)
Still tippin’, a miracle still living, young nigga in America tell ‘em they can’t kill him (yea)
It’s hell in the hood, if it ain’t no jobs niggas gotta rob (yea)
I ain’t trippin', put it to yo' jaw ‘fo my family starve
Trill talk, shit we gotta survive
And it’s still fuck 12 'til the day that I die (fuck 'em)
You the one they love to hate huh? (yea)
You got a knot up in yo pocket & a pistol on yo' waist huh? (yea)
Yo lil’ brother runnin’ plays huh? (yea)
You out here hollin’ 'bout you solid & you never gon’ break huh? (yea)
Yo patnas get a lotta cake huh? (yea)
You out here hustlin’ on the corner for however long it take huh?
Yo baby mama late huh? (damn) Car ‘bout to break down? (damn)
You gettin’ it straight out the safe now

[HOOK]
Penitentiary time for survival crimes (yea)
He got 20 on his head, pray he hold it down
Ain’t no dollars or no dreams so we on our grind (yea)
Know they tried to stomp us out, how did we survive?

Penitentiary time for survival crimes (yea)
He got 20 on his head, pray he hold it down
Ain’t no dollars or no dreams so we on our grind (dream)
Know they tried to stomp us out, how did we survive?

[VERSE 2]
He just wanna make waves
You can’t get a job rockin' afros & braids
Get paid? That’s the motto, (yea) the Creed like Apollo
Bleed for his paper, watch fiends play the lotto (yea)
Blinded by the struggle, ignored by the government (yea)
Daughter on the way, crack sold just to pay the rent
They barely makin' it, he’s plagued with iniquity
It’s destiny, married to the game, no wedding ring (yea)
The honeymoon in Florida, (yea) the wedding gifts was kilos
A vow of consignment, courtesy of RICO (what else?)
Affairs wit the system, he tryna stay monogamous (yea)
In the streets wit heat screamin’ ain’t nobody hard as us
But the part that’s tough? See, homie in the game waist deep but can’t swim he just talking’ tough (yea)
Word on the block he talk the talk, but he can’t walk enough (yea)
Compelled to pull the burner from his hip to shut the talkin’ up

[HOOK]
He got 20 on his head, pray he hold it down
Ain’t no dollars or no dreams so we on our grind
Know they tried to stomp us out, how did we survive?

Penitentiary time for survival crimes (yea)
He got 20 on his head, pray he hold it down (yea)
Ain’t no dollars or no dreams so we on our grind (yea)
Know they tried to stomp us out, how did we survive?