Free the Bros

Everything goin' Gucci, see me low

Know the antics, free the bro

What's in the world, that shit inspirin' for me to grow

I know my brodie in the sky and he can see the glow

I know my haters prolly mad thinkin' I would fail

I'm tryna get this legal cash, police on my tail

They with the weapon, if I'm firin' it's Peter Roll

Try bring you with me, but it's tirin' for me to grow

I know I'm golden, couple hate, they won't say I'm great

They play it cool up in my face, tryna 48

Know they won't judge a nigga bad 'cause the shit I make

Like I ain't get this in my last just to get it straight

Like I ain't never knew the cash was gon' bring this hate

And I ain't never knew the stash was gon' be this great

Imagine I ain't take no action to what escape

When I couldn't even dream a fraction of what I make

Everything goin' Gucci, see me low

Know the antics, free the bro

What's in the world, that shit inspirin' for me to grow

I know my brodie in the sky, and he can see the glow

I know my haters prolly mad thinkin' I would fail

I'm tryna get this legal cash, police on my tail

They with the weapon, if I'm firin' it's Peter Roll

Try bring you with me, but it's tirin' for me to grow

Sons, knocks, in my feelins what we got

No security, ain't searchin' me, we heavy in the spot

Hands on, give that nigga surgery, I think of it a lot

Better up that shit with urgency, you ready or you not?

Tryna run, it ain't none, are you dumb? Are you dumb?

The way he disrespected us, I bet he gon' get shot

Yeah, no fuck who think I'm serious, just try us if you curious

And ask the Lord, we send him a lot

The street my bestest 'cause I won but it left me numb

And even when that shit was fun, that whole shit was dumb

And this ain't no shit from the past that just go away

Forever smoke behind these ashes that's in the tray

I wish I never missed my classes and stayed away

But I heard they don't teach no acid shit anyway

I think I fell in love with money

Still got that lil' hunger in my tummy

Broke low funds, I was bummy

Everything goin' Gucci, see me low

Know the antics, free the bro

What's in the world, that shit inspirin' for me to grow

I know my brodie in the sky and he can see the glow

I know my haters prolly mad thinkin' I would fail

I'm tryna get this legal cash, police on my tail

They with the weapon, if I'm firin' it's Peter Roll

Try bring you with me, but it's tirin' for me to grow