Free At Last

Just touched down in Houston, I'm trying to fuck on Whitney
I just wanna dance with somebody, look God forgive me
We took cover behind the walls when the plot was risky
The way we rollin, shit we might pour up a shot for Nipsey
The marathon continues
Y'all niggas, so why you always on your menstrual?
And all that cap you niggas spittin when you hold your pencil
Ain't fucked no bitch, ain't touched no brick
Ain't ever tote no pistol, just hope the Lord come with you
I don't do this shit for fun, this my second job
And I don't fear nan nigga, shit except for God
Still breathing, I guess real niggas never die
You watch me, the revolution will be televised
These niggas tell us lies, leaving us dismantled
You say the wrong one thing, fuck around get canceled
Play one on one verse the devil, check out my handle
Walking on water, I'll run this shit in my sandals
If you drowning, grab a paddle, we gon swim to the shore
Get a key to my block, cuz the city is yours
In the homie bucket, feeling like we whippin a Porsche
Cold hearted, man just look at what they did to the boy
I swear, my niggas poppin like them kids in Detroit
Eight ball, corner pocket, if I stick to my point
And for my niggas that was locked and did a bid in the joint
Free at last, no more stealing your joy

Free at last
Man fuck these hoes, nigga I just need some cash
Been in the snow, nigga can I see some grass
Will I make it back?
I can't go out sad, nah
Free at last
Niggas want that smoke, we gon hit that weed and dash
Screaming fuck these hoes, nigga I just need some cash
Will I make it back?
We can't go out sad, nah



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Writer(s): La Ryda
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