Free Dem Boyz Pt. 2 (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(album: Free Dem Boyz - 2021)

Free them boys, free them boys forever
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
My lil' brother like eight [?], he ten [?]
Got one-fifty on 8 Mile
My dirtbike's on 10 Mile, no friends now

Problems, I let them kill me
Clap one time y'all feel me (Bitch)
Clap one time y'all hear me (Bitch)
Clap one time you filthy (Rich)
Bag touched down at sixty
Back on [?] with a [?]
Bitch, watch me climb from the bottom
Ion'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
Made lil' youngins with a name, gon' blow too
Arguing with the [?], graduate school
I keep telling Quez, "Nigga, you don't want it like me"
"Want a Trackhawk? Get you one like me"
I been missing Lou since 2019
'21 coupe, this is not a '19
And life been crazy, I ain't seen my baby
Said I have money, bitch prolly still hating
Ayy, momma, I miss you, in here with these pictures
Getting far from rap, getting closer to the kitchen
Still fuck these niggas, all about my gang
Still on Dugg, gon' be hard for me to change
"Ion't fuck with Dugg," nigga know that shit was lame
They gon' speak about it though
Tell she been fucking by the sneakers by the door
I ain't thinking 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, talking 'bout pressing
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 [?] used to get it
Fuck around and lose service, I ain't chilling, I'm serving
Steady sipping on syrup, reason I move slow
Put that on my son, fentanyl, then I go
Feel off twice, got back off dope
Done doing life, can't wait to come home
Niggas ain't with me, do this shit on my own
Correct me if I'm wrong but it's fuck niggas
'Cause [?] home [?] was up with 'em
RIC happy I made it, I can tell
Back home from a L
Still free Nell, still free Merey
When they're hating, 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 nothing
Put all out, I won't have nothing
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 tripping 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