First Freestyle

I was locked up I ain't washed up tho you hear me
Free Moji
Free Deeno
Free Doug
Free Foolyo
Free Reck
Free all the mean you hear me
Aye Butta we back at it you hear me
Judo Yea

Heart made of gold that's the reason I'm solid
Gun made of steal leave a nigga abolished
Team full of soldiers you know that I'm on it bullets turned him blue I ain't know he was sonic yea
You ain't show love till the day I was gon
I don't do fake I ain't playing along
I don't do hate I fall back I'm grown
If it ain't for me I'll leave it alone
Waiting for trial had me counting my days my tribulations had me changing my ways
Thought freedom was free you know how much we pay
Dirty game but we still like to play
Locked in that county was fighting a case
Trynna go head to head with the state
Imma put him to bed cuz he told on the gang
The sticks I tote aren't controllers for games
No hand outs I ain't never been desperate
Stay to myself ain't no need for attention thinking I'm cool that's the way that I get them
Back door right when it wasn't expected
If it's a problem we get him together
Brandon new Glock changed a hot niggas weather
Fuck the police I won't tell
Never before I write statements I'd rather write letters

I'm U -Z-Z-A-H gah' send bro some pictures he fighting a case
Said there ain't no witness, Ight ok
Now I don't gotta shoot a nigga in the face
I heard he was holding he trynna get brace Turn him to a lick let my Glock get a taste
Long Live Moody Long Live Trap Long Live Kenny
I ain't doing no flagging I just touched down
I might buy me bitch on my first day out
And a brand new dog with a big ass snout I ain't trynna stop at no big ass house
Let's go though the ops let me show what I'm bout
I heard that them niggas was running their mouths
I wonder why niggas ain't doing that non

Big dog bitch ima mf problem was locked up for Robbin you know I'm a goblin
Yea I stayed silent when They had me up in that room cuz I'm solid I ain't see an option
I had shot up to prison, got me a shank
Before they could raid I got rid of the dracs
You thinking it's sweet because I'm on parole and probation I'll whip out the Glock like a slave
I can pull me some strings just off of my face
Just met with the plug got some shit off the strength
My girl keeps crying, mad I ain't change
I told her to sit back and watch how I crank
I was locked in the cell having dreams about leaving the state Oooo I couldn't wait
I had to switch up the route cuz the feds on my ass and they know what I do in the A
I got a bitch that'll cop me a rental but I took the grey cuz I knew it was safe
i wish somebody try to get up in my way yea you know imma bake him a cake
We gon make sure it's straight
And I'm still the one that'll send niggas straight to the place they were made
Moody died bout a crate
Yea I'm trynna go slide it ain't never too late
Just let me know who's who and watch how I pull up and give that lil nigga a date
Flowers all over his grave
Headshot I'll turn that nigga right into a vase
Yea we aim at the eyes we ain't shooting with mace
I'm trynna slide now I'm upping the pace
Yea I'm uppin the score but bro ain't out the gates
So I'm sending him pictures and sending him cake
You making them disses you making mistakes