Free Melly Lyrics
Lord, I come to you with a heavy heart
My life been hard from the very start
That shit be hard but I still play my part
Wanna do right even though I live wrong
I watched my dawg go to trial off my cell phone
The realest in it, guess they never got the memo
I’m on these percs, they hittin’ hard just like Kimbo
They on my trail, they can’t keep up with my tempo
Don’t want the blame, so they find someone to tell on
Where yo’ block? I’ll fuck around and come and spin it
Don’t wanna talk, the feds prolly got my digits
Free Melly, it been love since the beginning
Talkin’ ’bout subpoena, tell that lady I ain’t get it
If you ask my name been it, I ain’t in it
Put some respect up on my name when you spit it
And don’t forget them one and ones who really with it
If it ain’t Twitter, you should keep me out your mentions
I’m at the house eating McDonald’s with my kiddies
I be really quick to flash so I be chillin’
When I’m in the A, I got my glock all up in Lenox
You play, them killas coming through just like an entrance
What’s the deal? I’m just tryna let you know-ow-ow
I’ll fuck around and take a n** so-ou-oul
Two plus two, I be throwin’ up that fo-ou-our
I kicked it in when they tried to lock that do-o-or
Fuck the cops, I’ll never tell them pleas
I’m eating Chops, but I’m still ’bout the Beef
I got two kids, I just really need my cheese
Try to take ’em from me, I’m gon’ make a n** bleed
I got blood in my eyes, I can’t see
I don’t play ’cause I always play for keeps
One time I shot a n** ass with a beam
Got it in my pocket like my phone, I let it ring
Hello?
What up, blood? You know I ain’t got long, I’m on this wall phone
What’s happenin’, mane? Why are you out there playin’ with them people, mane?
You done tricked ’em long enough, come on, man, stand on this shit, mane
TBG Gorilla Gang, mane, go back in on them bitches, mane
Thought it was over, they turned they back, ain’t wanna fuck with me
I lost it all, then got it back, I told ’em, “Look at me”
I’m standin’ tall, it ain’t no foldin’
Clutchin’ bad, I’m always holdin’
Money always be my motive
So if you owe me, act like you know me
Now every time I turn around, they always askin’ ’bout that boy
I don’t give a fuck about no pillow, I put shit down, and that’s on god
He got more money, got more plaques, but I been that before this rap
I’ll turn a n** into a pack, and he can vouch that, that’s a fact
You don’t believe my words? Go on, ask that n**
I’ll put a n** in a bag, I’ll sack a n**
Feel that tool, I see you, he in bad condition
He did the drill, I paid the fine like a traffic ticket
See you in traffic, I’m spinnin’ today
If we ain’t takin’ his legs, we takin’ his face
I’m bringin’ that pressure, I’m makin’ ’em pay
He play with them letters, he feelin’ that K
Back in my cell, I was clutchin’ a blade
Back on that drank, I just need me a taste
We get the drop then you better go pray
Wanna talk to the dead so I tatted their face