Intro
I said is you ready nigga?
Yeah my head was heavy nigga
Benzs back to back, black on black
This ain't no chevy nigga x3
I said is you ready nigga?
Yeah my head was heavy nigga
Benzs back to back, black on
Benz back to back , black on
Verse 1
Myles said that it's time to turn up
So i grabbed the gas and guess it's time to burn up
I was skipping class cause i ain't never learn none
I was in that field but i ain't never tote guns (baahhh)
I ain't never shoot unless my homies was
Tryna get some target practice in and we was always practicing
I remember bussin juggs when all the racks was in (kick in yo do)
I remember smelling good when all the packs ws in (smokin dat dope)
I remember hitting blocks when niggas copped they new straps
You could risk yo life but you don't really wanna lose
Turn a half into a whole, my nigga how you do that
Turn a quarter to a half, you flip it and you move that
12 tryna take yo soul when they can't even prove that
When a nigga try you up, you shoot, you shoot, he shoot back
If a nigga talk about yo momma you gone buss him
I heard that you got all of these bitches but i fucked them
Anyway
I could run yo fade or get to clappin nigga, anyday
Bet you mad that you can't catch me lackin nigga
On my momma i get lit, im bout that action nigga (on god)
Hook
I been out here getting money (yeah, unh) x4
I been out here getting money (yeah, unh)
I remember saying life ain't fair (unh)
I remember ain't nobody care (unh)
Ain't no shoulders for my tears… (Unh)
Verse 2
Life been treating me well
Ghost in the shell, and i got one in the head (head)
Nowadays i count this money till i go to bed (bed)
When i eat my wallet eat i keep my pockets fed (fed)
Yeah my wallet fat, fatter than a cat (cat, cat)
Fatter than a blunt, or this thooka in my lap (lap, lap)
Imma buss, and i hope he don't buss back
Cause if he do i gotta up 629 straps, and that's facts
Intro 2
(Yeah, yeah)
Free my niggas
(Yeah, yeah)
Free my niggas von, free my nigga jugg
I remember we was juggin niggas out here in the hood
Hook 2
Free the clique
Free the gang…
Intro 2 (cont)
I said free my nigga von, i said free my nigga jugg
I remember we was juggin niggas in the hoo
(i remember was juggin in the hood)
Verse 3
Free my nigga von, i said free my nigga jugg
I remember we was juggin niggas in the hood
Smokin on that pack rob the plug if that shit don't smell good
I remember we was really setting niggas up
I remember we ain't really never give a fuck
I remember, yeah, we always had it tucked
Just in cast any nigga tried to try us up (on god)
I remember we was really smoking on that good gas
I remember we ain't really ever let the wood pass
Everybody had they own blunt
I ain't even tryna flex and i ain't even tryna stunt
I'm just, i'm just tryna FLEX
We was really in that field
We was really coming out of them muthafuckin apartments
Niggas they ain't want to see us, they ain't wanna start shit
Cause we gonna up them, up them poles and get to sparkin
“Put that on my momma
Shout out to my all nigga out there in michigan
Free my nigga jugg, free my nigga von
Ain't even gon lie yeah i'm missin them”
I remember hitting blocks
I remember hiding rocks
Right inside my socks, yeah, dat way
I remember i was kicking doors… nah that's cap… shit
Niggas take a shit
Run off with a lick
Run off with ya shit
Run off with ya shit
Run off with ya shit
Run off with ya shit
Run off with ya bitch
Run off with ya bitch
(Hook 2)
Free the clique
Free the gang
He a lick
He a stain
Free the clique
Free the gang
Free the clique
Free the gang
Free the clique…
Matter fact that try to spit something real
My and my niggas we was really in that field for real
And when we got to do this and that, hit a nigga with the pack
Pack flipdy flap, and wish wash the bats
Hook 2
Free the clique
Free the gang
He a lick
He a stain
Free the clique
Free the gang
Free the mob
Free my muthafuckin guys on god
