Free Lo

Concrete my jungle got shit they ain't seen
Laremy Tunsil you know what I mean
Boy Glock is extended only holding fifteen
Mine hold thirty if he try to start testin
Life stay insured by a Smith & Wesson
Got gators in the back like Weston
We stay shootin movies like western
I smile when I get to the cat like Chester
No lames or no phonies you could just check my policy
Said what you said so let's keep speaking honestly
Lo break his jaw? Hmmm well probably
Wrath of the gods like Iliad Odyssey
Set it stone I'm completing my prophecy
Said it before ain't no stoppin me
Say I ain't hard he sounding like comedy
Over spectacular boy I'm the lottery

Ooo!
Bitch call me Zeus
Aint callin no truce
Two guns two clips, Kimbo pointed at you
I'm so fly, dudes say I flew
Hold up your bitch on me, lookin like blew
Stay with a dawg, like my name Stew
E, boy want a verse no it ain't free
Put a hole in your chest, donut holy moly
Shop, Chef Boyardee with a pot
Spark on me with the watts

First off, let me be honest your mixtape was trash
You ain't got a bag
Put off a fake image we know you don't stack
A milly across you ain't got no stats
Tryna say it politely
The same dude dissing me
Be the same motherfucker who stay biting me
I could go platinum still be retired
Ain't nobody tell you? That sound you using been retired
Don't give a fuck about ya clan this DTN
Looking for blood I ain't here for friends
Got clear vision like a contact lens
Said you got bread boy when

Ooo!
Bitch call me Zeus
Aint callin no truce
Two guns two clips, Kimbo pointed at you
I'm so fly, dudes say I flew
Hold up your bitch on me, lookin like blew
Stay with a dawg, like my name Stew
E, boy want a verse no it ain't free
Put a hole in your chest, donut holy moly
Shop, Chef Boyardee with a pot
Sparks on me with the watts



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Caldwell
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