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[Verse 1]
Free Jiddaz
Free Bobby
Free Remy
Free Gabz
Free Billy
Free M-Lo
Free Lb
Free Farmer
Free Westham
Free Jingz
Free Rolling
Too many names to mention
Eighty fresh home
Akky fresh home
Maggerz fresh home
Bambam fresh home
Little P fresh home
Check it
[Verse 2]
Uncs always taught me, cook it on low
Used to be fussy in the kitchen like I need a gas stove
Now I whip on any cooker, even whip it in my robe
And said I ain't gonna stop, 'til I'm drippin' round the globe
Fast forward, ten years, from shotting all this stone
Just need a few more racks, then I made it off the road
Could've snaked a few man, but I'm sticking to the code
And it's staying that way, 'til I'm dying and I'm old
Ever since a young buck, all I've done is try to save
Stacking rack after rack, I ain't got time to rave
Now my new spot's got a level headed microwave
Used to break my back over stoves, I ain't tryna save
[Verse 3]
Blowing woods, hitting jugz in the wood, grey CLS fifty-five
Just thinking 'bout my fallen guys
I feel blessed that I'm free and I'm still alive
Fuck the 5-0, so many times I've had to dip and dive
Smoking Runtz in the bay, reminiscing on the past Forty
Stamps on these bricks, I'm getting stamps on my passport
From Manny back to Cali, fuck Xcali and the taskforce
Runnin' up them figures, never had to do a maths course
[Verse 4]
I'm stressed out but I try not to show it
I'm a lot of people's plugs and they don't even know it
The way I'm so deep with these words, man, I could've been a poet
If you're getting racks, stack it, don't blow it
Ain't playing ball in Miami but we got loads of heat
In Mexico with some plugs eating Kobe beef
I'm independent like the ice in Bern's frozen leaf
Akky's in the cut, Glocked up with some frozen teeth
[Verse 5]
I can't describe the sound when the Big Mac claps
I've been balling for a minute, like Jax' stacks
My hitters got it clicking when he lifts it, no back crack
You can hold two from my stakes, call it blackjack
My Dutch plug used to pull up in that packed out tranny
Just hit OT, I'm already back in Manny
Need a sweet one to roll a fat one, not crack a canny
Came a long way from backroads, shotting wraps with Danny
[Verse 6]
I'm sick of all the fake gyal, acting like christian
Designer kicks with the cheap fits, you know she sucking dick for them
Rapping's got me moving, hands off, ain't tryna hit the pen'
Any violations, got cash stacks and sticks for them
Since eleven years old, I been out here, tryna break the law
Tried bumping me for dough and ended up paying more
Would've been lightning and hammers, like he's playing Thor
Jack Nicholson, here's Johnny coming through your door
[Verse 7]
Free Ciders, man they caught him with a brick
And free M-Lo, he wetted up like three kids
They got Rolly doing life on the wing
Free Gabz, he was doing armed blags for the bling
They gave Jahmal ten years for a dotty
Only felt like yesterday, shotting 101s to Notty
Can't forget about Billy and Bobby
Aggy B after Aggy B, comin' like a hobby
'21 is the home of the misfits
Free Farmer, the judge gave him double digits
Patios get blammed, then they're in and out
Can't keep up with Ginge and Westham, 'cause they always in and out
RIP Miggs and RIP Johnny
Hope you high up in the sky, catching Joke with Little Toddy
Remember good times, eating steak in lobbies
Shutting mansion parties down
Turning up to 9 Goddy
Written by: Tunde