"Free The Bros" lyrics
Everything going Gucci, see me low
Know the antics, free the bro
Wan' see the world, that shit inspiring for me to grow
I know my brodie in the sky and he can see the glow
I know my haters probably mad thinking I would fail
I'm tryna get this legal cash, police on my tail
They with the woofing, if I'm firing, it's peter roll
Try bring you with me, but it's tiring for me to grow
I know I'm goated, couple hate, they wan' say I'm great
They play it cool up in my face, tryna forty-eight
Know they wan' judge a nigga bad 'cause the shit I make
Like I ain't give this in my last just to get it straight
Like I ain't never knew the cash was gon' bring this hate
And I ain't never knew the stash was gon' be this great
Imagine I ain't take no action to what escape
When I couldn't even dream a fraction of what I make
Everything going Gucci, see me low
Know the antics, free the bro
Wan' see the world, that shit inspiring for me to grow
I know my brodie in the sky and he can see the glow
I know my haters probably mad thinking I would fail
I'm tryna get this legal cash, police on my tail
They with the woofing, if I'm firing, it's peter roll
Try bring you with me, but it's tiring for me to grow
Sons, knocks, and my feelings all we got
No security, ain't searching me, we heavy in the spot
Hands-on, give that nigga surgery, I think of it a lot
Better up that shit with urgency, you ready or you not?
Tryna run, it ain't nothin', are you dumb? Are you dumb?
The way he disrespected us, I bet he gon' get shot
Yeah, no, fuck who think I'm serious, just try us if you curious
And ask the Lord, we send him a lot
The stream of blessings 'cause I won, but it left me numb
And even when that shit was fun, that whole shit was dumb
And this ain't no shit from the past that just go away
Forever smoke behind these ashes that's in the tray
I wish I never missed my classes and stayed away
But I heard they don't teach no acid shit anyway
I think I fell in love with money
Still got that lil' hunger in my tummy
Broke, low funds, I was bummy
Everything going Gucci, see me low
Know the antics, free the bro
Wan' see the world, that shit inspiring for me to grow
I know my brodie in the sky and he can see the glow
I know my haters probably mad thinking I would fail
I'm tryna get this legal cash, police on my tail
They with the woofing, if I'm firing, it's peter roll
Try bring you with me, but it's tiring for me to grow
Know the antics, free the bro
Wan' see the world, that shit inspiring for me to grow
I know my brodie in the sky and he can see the glow
I know my haters probably mad thinking I would fail
I'm tryna get this legal cash, police on my tail
They with the woofing, if I'm firing, it's peter roll
Try bring you with me, but it's tiring for me to grow
I know I'm goated, couple hate, they wan' say I'm great
They play it cool up in my face, tryna forty-eight
Know they wan' judge a nigga bad 'cause the shit I make
Like I ain't give this in my last just to get it straight
Like I ain't never knew the cash was gon' bring this hate
And I ain't never knew the stash was gon' be this great
Imagine I ain't take no action to what escape
When I couldn't even dream a fraction of what I make
Everything going Gucci, see me low
Know the antics, free the bro
Wan' see the world, that shit inspiring for me to grow
I know my brodie in the sky and he can see the glow
I know my haters probably mad thinking I would fail
I'm tryna get this legal cash, police on my tail
They with the woofing, if I'm firing, it's peter roll
Try bring you with me, but it's tiring for me to grow
Sons, knocks, and my feelings all we got
No security, ain't searching me, we heavy in the spot
Hands-on, give that nigga surgery, I think of it a lot
Better up that shit with urgency, you ready or you not?
Tryna run, it ain't nothin', are you dumb? Are you dumb?
The way he disrespected us, I bet he gon' get shot
Yeah, no, fuck who think I'm serious, just try us if you curious
And ask the Lord, we send him a lot
The stream of blessings 'cause I won, but it left me numb
And even when that shit was fun, that whole shit was dumb
And this ain't no shit from the past that just go away
Forever smoke behind these ashes that's in the tray
I wish I never missed my classes and stayed away
But I heard they don't teach no acid shit anyway
I think I fell in love with money
Still got that lil' hunger in my tummy
Broke, low funds, I was bummy
Everything going Gucci, see me low
Know the antics, free the bro
Wan' see the world, that shit inspiring for me to grow
I know my brodie in the sky and he can see the glow
I know my haters probably mad thinking I would fail
I'm tryna get this legal cash, police on my tail
They with the woofing, if I'm firing, it's peter roll
Try bring you with me, but it's tiring for me to grow
Writer(s): Tione Merritt
