Freeway's Revenge

All I ask is, that you keep it real with me

All I ask is, that you keep it real with me

All I ask is, ooh-ooh-ooh

Cut open his stomach and stuff bricks in it

Put his body on a scale like there's fish in it

I can see a bitch in him

Twenty million dollar home renovation, just to slit your wrists in it

Suicide, it's a suicide, rip apart the Maybach, I know the truth's inside

You twelve lemon pepper wings from a heart attack

Akademiks, get this nigga Ozempic starter pack

Kai Cenat, hit the room, turn that stream on

Ask Budden 'bout his brief encounter with King Kong

This ain't the Kendrick beef, my Drac' sing songs

Shots rings out, the neighbor better have his Ring on

Glocks swing out, doors open like a swing arm

Pac lean out, Makaveli with the ring on

Opps is out, they on the same shit that we on

Hospital wheelchair, head wrap, sling on

It's payback, punk, for the drama you tried to bring on

Maybach trunks, type of shit that we eat our wings on

My K-Dot shit, I don't have to turn the beam on

It's that, time of the month, get this pussy somethin' to bleed on

Your baby mama told me that you liked to get pee'd on

You a C.O., that's the last time you had keys on

And we know, you treat Gunplay like he a peon

And he know some shit that ain't cool for him to speak on

My PO said "this ain't the record that we agreed on"

Then cut it off like the ankle monitor for the beep on

My niggas'll learn French, just to get they steam on

In Cali, with calicos don't need Khaled to get his scream on

We the west

Free the guys, I gotta free the West

I'm muy loco, I don't need a vest

I'm watching Scarface and cleaning TECs

Shots gon' be direct, have you been through Cedar yet?

When cars pull up, we do explosives and heaters checks

The lights flick, the dogs bark, and niggas sleepin' less

Under palm trees, we got them choppas that'll eat your flesh

The real Rick Ross know every bird gotta leave the nest

You stole your name, I pulled your file (facts)

You looked at B.I.G. and stole his style (facts)

I smell pussy, that odor foul (foul)

You ain't sold no birds, you trolled the owl

Draco flick, it's like the lighter on Tha Carter IV

Bad kid, good city, I study the art of war

Runnin' to that hand-me-down mansion, and lock up all the doors

Stop with all that ravin', nigga, you not from Baltimore

I don't wanna hear about no fish tanks and marble floors

No spiral steps, no swimming pools, no Hors D'oeuvres, no Audemars

No car shows, no pinky rings, no umbrellas in the car doors

Introduce me and my connect to that Columbian you chop that raw for

Was it fabricated? The lies you tell are getting saturated?

What happened to the birds in the Maserati, they just evaporated? (Boss)

That shit be too exaggerated

Fuckin' with a Compton nigga, get your head decapitated

Let a DiCaprio, all that cap like you activated

"I just a bought a hundred foot yacht, and it was captivatin'"

Congratulations, what an imagination

From C.O. to drug kingpin now this nigga actin' Haitian

The stories these niggas tell

He gon' tell us he got a key for every nigga he locked in a cell

He gon' tell us he just bought another crib, he livin' well

But he won't tell us about his health condition, he sick as hell

He poppin' pills, they startin' to fuck with his brain

Seizures off the lean, Balenciagas shorts got the shit stains

He not a mastermind, he Gotti, line after line

Lay back in the Maybach, makin' up shit just to pass the time

He think he Big Meech, free Larry Hoover

Miami a big beach, now watch how I maneuver

I don't tippy-toe, I know plenty Zoe's

That pull up in semi trucks, hop out and let a semi go

So let me know

I let the boys in them drop Chevys go

It's humid in the 305, but they pushin' heavy snow

Compton grim reaper, I'll make you reap what the devil sow

Walkin' through LIV with the same eyes niggas had in Belly though

This ain't the new Death Row, this the old Harry O

Game's one of them niggas, blue DaVinci, Meech and Terry know

So of my advice is let it go

Oh, I almost forgot

Fuck Bel-Air, it's West Side, we let the Henny flow

So when that muzzle smoke, and when that thing hot

Even when the camera out of focus, just know the beam not

Run up on you, clean shots, look down on you

Flash on like an iPhone taped to the ceiling with the screen locked

This nigga drug women, that's how your team rock?

And all that money you rap about gon' get you a mean plot

But in the meantime, I'ma let you fake fiends cop

And I know you're doing your thing, Ock

But this is where the wings stop