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j-soul - free gang! lyrics

[verse 1: j $oul]

i want designer, the 5 star diners
cigars in havana, just to say i did it big
private island where you find us, smoking on og chronic
banking seven figs, the vision is so iconic
you b-tches was platonic, now they on my d-ck
it’s funny how you find this, thinking n-gg- you ain’t rich
ex b-tch dead broke, thinking n-gg- you ain’t shit
make em say, “lets hope”, dish it to the hopeless kids
give them little n-gg-s homes, a place where they could live
13 in a cell, how you gotta face a bid
you took a n-gg- life, dawg it is what it is
you took a n-gg- life, dawg you get what you give

[hook x2]

it is what it is
you get what you give
gotta get it how you live

[verse 2: j $oul]

aye free my n-gg- smiley, and free my n-gg- head
on the bus right beside me, so i’m screaming f-ck the feds
f-ck blue & red, heard what k dot said
real n-gg-s locked up, doing time or they dead
hammer no sledge, for the streets that they bled
i go beast on the beats, gotta eat for the bread
n-gg-s carry piece, no peace for the block
dressed in white sheets, might as well be the cops
the truth’ll set you free, unless it’s with the law
dylan roof got trial, gave my n-gg- no bond
his lady with child, gon be a single mom
the reason i sing these songs
i’m just tryna right his wrongs
shots fired in the set, blood all in the trap
sirens of the feds, we was moving out the back
caught up on the corner, we went our separate ways
opp caught billy boy, he was crackin’ like a safe
f-ck n-gg-!

[hook x2]

late nights, long nights, on the corner put in work
in the field with them birds, fake n-gg- bound to chirp
i ain’t a hood n-gg-, ain’t shit to get you murked
homie pull up on my turf, we gon see (skrt skrt!)
blue hunnids do things to a n-gg- in the mind
once they see that ben frank, it’s hustlin’ on the grind
shootin’ like columbine, anything for dollar signs
n-gg- hit a lick 40, said f-ck it and let it squeeze
the cameras seen em rolling, they was only 3 deep
one was 15, with a whole life to see
big homie 19, got his whole life to think
f-ck it and get to bussin’
and bust it & to get buckin’
i’m k!lling for all my brothers
so f-ck you it ain’t nothing
f-ck it i get to bussin’
on officers with -ssumptions
that my n-gg-s up to something
f-ck you it ain’t nothing (gunshot)
said f-ck you ain’t nothing!

- j soul lyrics

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