Dee Watkins Free Vy
[Verse]
This a letter to my nigga Vy
Damn bruh what you got going
Told your ass to chill
You can't be riding around with that chrome
Now you up that road and I can't smoke with you or call your phone
But just stay down and do that time you coming home
Just talked to lil bean he say he straight, but I can tell he ain't
I can see it in his eyes I see it on his face
Lil bone on house arrest I just pulled up on bruh the other day
All of my niggas they either during time or trying to fight a case
I'm f..cked up in the head 'cause smoke got shot he dead
And lil slug locked in the feds and them crackers got me scared
I can't let them people get me I'm the ticket the way out the hood
Gotta make you straight, gotta make sure my people living good
Back to Back all my niggas catching cases back to back
My auntie almost had a heart attack
I don't wanna talk Ima call you back
Can't trust people I be falling back
Just keep it real how hard is that
Shawty told me she love me
I don't really trust it I ain't gon' fall for that
But I all wanna do is see a smile on your face
And I hate the fact that all my dawgs doing time in the cage
We got a lot of dirt like a slave
We ain't never had shit made
But we ain't stressing shit we paid
Now it's time to flip the page on this shit
And I'm free styling right now got a lot on my mind so just chill and let me vent
Can't even talk to my dawg 'cause them crackers caught his ass with that glit
But I know my dawg 1K he ain't gon' fold he ain't gon' go out like no bitch
And my dawg got plenty aim with a red beam on that bitch he won't miss
We was hitting licks we was just some jits
And when shit got hard you ain't never fold and you ain't switch
All it took was time I knew we would make it out this shit
All a nigga kept on doing was hitting the booth and dropping them hits
God damn
I don't understand
Free my dawgs out the can
Free my dawgs out the can
Oh oh oh