[Intro]
Ayy, free AR-AB for this one (Psh, psh)
Let me, let me get a lil' bit of your flow (Lilz produced this beat, psh, psh)
With a Gladiator mix
Gang shit, goon shit (Ayy)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Verse]
Got a story that I like to tell (Like to tell)
'Bout this robbery I did fresh out the jail (Fresh out)
Got the drop on this opp, so we ringed the bell (Ding-dong)
Had to duct tape his mother in case she try to yell (Shut up, bitch)
Look at all this ice, my wrist look like hell (Bling-blaow)
Had to send my dog some money, hope he got his mail (Free the real)
Bitch, I'm a shark, I'm a killer whale (I'm a killer whale)
Killеd your dog and you ain't ride, but you ain't got your L's (Ayy, you pussy, n***a)
Fuck popularity, my plug know me (The plug know, yеah)
Walk through TSA with like a dub on me (I'm racked up, yeah)
You ain't never use a judge, homie (You ain't never use it)
Hit a n***a close range, I got blood on me (Boom, boom-boom, n***a)
N***as tried to kill me, but them pussies missed (Them pussies ass)
Came back that same night and got that pussy hit (Hit, baow, ha)
Lil' bad bitch, she want her pussy licked (Splash)
I ignored the FaceTime, bitch, I'm doin' shit (I'm busy, ho)
I could never put a bitch over this fuckin' money (Never)
Pray I catch an opp slippin' like he fuckin' clumsy (Grrt, baow, baow)
'Member I shot the school up 'cause n***as tried to jump me (Y'all remember, yeah)
I'm addicted to this bread, I'm a fuckin' junkie (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All I want for Christmas is some white bricks (Is some yellow-ow)
Whoever don't like this shit, they could bite dick (They could eat a dick, ah)
No internet beefin', I don't type shit (Nah, nah, n***a)
I just run up throwin' bullets like I'm Mike Vick (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
L ain't searchin' for my opps if they hidin' out (No)
Just don't park this tinted shit at yo' mama's house (Gone)
They empty on the face like a porn star (Ha)
Mike Myers back (Grrt), pussy, yeah, I warned y'all (The Gladiator)
Got a dope boy Rollie like I'm sellin' bird (I'm sellin' birds)
Got a million dollar check just for sellin' work (Just for sellin' work)
Steal a bang on a n***a, Julius Irv (Bang, bang, bang, bang)
And I'm bustin' off them Perc's (Ha), tryna calm my nerves (Fly)
Last night I had a dream, I caught a homicide (What happened though?)
Woke up the next day and caught a homicide (Grrt, baow, yeah)
You ain't never catched no homicide (You ain't never killed nothin')
And you ain't never get questioned by them pigs either (Nah, n***a)
Ridin' 'round with a eater in a two seater (Ah)
N***as know Po a hitta like I'm Derek Jeter (Home run)
Sellin' white and brown, I got jungle fever (I got jungle fever)
Seen my reverend cop coke, so I don't trust a preacher (Oh, no)
Could've bought another Benz, I bought some more guns (I bought some more straps)
Come here, bartender, bring me more ones (Bring me more racks)
I'm so ready when the war comes (I'm so ready, n***a, yeah, I'm so—)
I'm so ready when the war comes (I'm so—, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Seen my grandma fight cancer 'til her last breath (Argh)
Doctor said her days is numbered like a math test (Pain, yeah)
Tell me, God, why you ain't help her beat it? (Tell me why, yeah)
My heart broke, I feel like my shit bleedin' (Tell me why)
Why nobody there for me when I fuckin' need it? (They never there)
Anxiety fuckin' with me, fuckin' with my breathin' (For real)
I swear these Percocets be helpin' with my grievin' (How I feel)
Somebody pray for me, I'm tryna calm the demons (Okay, argh)
Long hair like Jesus (Yeah)
Give a n***a two like Reece's (Brrt, brrt)
Quick to hit a n***a like I'm out here playin' defense (Yeah)
I just dropped this bad bitch off named Peaches (Yeah, yeah)
Don't believe in rapper, that's why I barley do features (No)
Half these n***as rats, and ain't shit that they could teach us (They rats)
They just gave my lil' bro a hundred twenty pieces (Free the real)
Tore my heart to pieces, I ain't the one you want to beef with (Grrt, gang)
[Outro]
Free AB, man
Free Lo
It was always a hundred when we linked up, you know what I'm sayin'?
Got a appeal with motion
I'm prayin' for 'em, bruh
On ya head
Free the real, gang