[B Eazy the DJ]
Yeah yeah yeah! LA what’s happening?
It’s ya boy B Eazy The DJ, and I been getting a lot of requests for this new song
It’s called Free Game by Zoe Osama, and It’s fo' sho' something you gon' be slappin' in your ride
You heard it here first on Eazy Talk Radio, let’s get it!

[Zoe Osama]
N***a don't trip on these gang bitches, really yup
Slide down yo block, catch a opp and beat him, spit it up
9th Street give it up, most you n***as weird as fuck
See a n***a slipping, I don’t feel 'em, I’mma hit 'em up
HUH? N***as say slide handle business then you do it for the gang
Just for your name, you gotta spin again
My n***as keep telling me that I won, I wanna win again
N***as getting wacked, well they had to, better think again
You can get hit 9 times, this ain't Many Men
Have my n***as sliding down your block in a minivan
N***as keep speaking on my name, what? Come again
I’mma show my ass to the world like it's Only Fans
GANG! Go worry 'bout yourself, this ain’t my only pan
I’mma stand all by myself, I’m my only man
Bitch, I’m married to the whole gang, yeah we holding hands
I can get a check by myself, I don’t need no friends
How you say you old but you ain’t never touched a hundred band?
How you say you real if you snitch and you took a stand?
How you get called from three blocks but you out again?
N***as better watch these fuck n***as, they is not your friends
GANG! Close the back door, don’t let the fakes in
I’m in rap beef with a n***a that I’m better than
Bitch kick rocks, hold still like the letter man
Jimmy Neutron on your bitch, gotta jet again
N***as said he on demon time, well I’m the devil then
Put a n***a face in the dirt, bring the shovel in
Please get your bitch off my dick 'fore you get hurt again
Blowing up my phone, look… n***a, there she go again
CRAZY! Lot of n***as mad 'cause I made it
I ride by myself with my gun all safely
Aye, you got the same 24 but you lazy
N***as’ll sit up on they ass and be complaining
Aye look, I just want the money, you wanna be famous
I don’t want the world, I want the paper
I don’t want friends, I want haters
That’s a free game, thank me later
Aight yeah, they all talk your name and need a favor
Pillow talking on my dick, that ain’t player
Man, I’m shitting on these n***as, where the paper?
I’ll run a n***a up like a taper
I’m from the 9, you can tell by how I walk
These n***as bitches, I can tell by how they talk
I wouldn’t post that on the Gram, that ain’t smart
And don’t say n***as snitching when you caught
DUMMY! N***as’ll sell they ass for some money
And get verified and start acting funny
CLUMSY! I’mma need more than a hundred
And you ain’t gotta tip your change 'cause I don’t want it
Aye, they don't like when I talk cause it’s blunting
I’mma say what I feel, I ain’t stunting
I’m the same n***a, ain’t changed nothing
It’s the game, you got a problem, say something
I could change two bricks for two onions
You know the motto, you get caught, don’t say nothing
Dissing my hood up in your songs, your day coming
I got his license plate, I’m tryna tape something
New hollows in my Glock, I face someone
But I’m Easty, and he ain’t never see it coming
Hit a n***a in his head, in his stomach
And have a n***a body stanking like some onions, dummy!
[Outro]
Leave a n***a body stanking like some onions, dummy
(Tha New Cartel Music)
Cold gang, bitch you know how we coming, dummy
We gon' hit ‘em up, gang, we gon' wet 'em up
N***as know my gang, you know the gang
I’ll hit you up, dummy
How you diss the hood? You never seeing it though
These n***as funny
You know the squad, you know the game
Bitch, you know how we coming
How you dissing on the hood? You never seeing it though, funny