"Filthy Free" lyrics

It broke my heart when I found out Kevin passed
I went in my cell and I prayed about ten rakat
When they killed Reece (RXR)
I cried for whole weeks
Trapped in my cell again and I felt like I couldn't breath

And I ain't comin' home for a thousand suttin' sleeps
Between guns, knives and judges I keep losin' all my G's
Give me space, let me grieve, shit
Give me space, let me breath 'cah I smile rarely
I keep a pound under my pillow like the tooth fairy
Who can I trust? Not him or you clearly
'Cah I'm talkin', Old Bailey
Fightin' for your life in a suit scary, shit
Got me thinkin' 'bout my young hitter Eyez
And Eyez didn't do it but they still gave him life
And Tiny Jumbo, he was wrong place, wrong time
When I think about their mothers, brings tears to my eyes
'Cah where I'm from your day ones'll hate you on the slight
Just 'cause you're doin' better but you'd love me if I died
Put my picture and never ride, man, I've seen it before
Gettin' liquored 'till three in the morn'
And why this gang's still the street to my core
I got pain embedded deep in my thoughts
I say the richer the man, the cheaper the talk
Still, I'm grateful nowadays it ain't as peak as before
When I was homeless and sick he'd let me sleep on his floor
Nanny loves me even though I bring beef to the door
So much police to the door
Shit, it's cold in these streets in my Canada Grey Goose
I got coke on the streets like Pablo and Jesus
I said if we're rich, if we're poor now, I just gotta make do
Five in the trey deuce, blacked out like Wayne Bruce
I find it funny that everybody's so friendly
When I was banged up all my teens, most of my twenties
And man were sayin' free me but never sent me a penny
Ten toes in the mud, no dwellies, I got some Fendi
Like, are you a gangster rapper or you just rapping gangster?
'Cah if you ask me, I think all these rappers are jezzies
They're dick ridin' and pic likin', I sit silent
I been fist fightin', big knifin' and spliff lightin'
Like, my wrist shinin', big diamonds, still twin 9 him
Ching olders, I ching minors, I'm sick minded
Man'll use you when they need you, that fake love'll confuse you
Fuckboys in real life but gangsters when they're on YouTube
I got lifers on my set, doin' numbers like Sudoku
I said dua'a in my cell, I buss it with no voodoo
My spinners, it hold six, my block does whole bricks
My bitch got her own tits and her body's like 'oh shits'
Amiri's with no rips, this splash, it's no drip
I fell in love with the block and I never went home since
Real gangsters don't snitch lookin' death in the face
Welcome to London city, it's a treacherous place
Everybody lost someone they can never replace
And a coffin or a cell is only seconds away
Feds stopped me and they search me
And they're checkin' my name
And if they find what's in my balls, that's a ten or a eight
Plus a recall with a guilty plea
I'd rather that than let them kill the G
In the mornin', light my spliff up with a milky tea
I ain't filthy rich but I'm filthy free
Early mornin' with a milky tea
'Cah I ain't filthy rich but I'm filthy free like

It broke my heart when I found out Kevin passed
I went back to my cell and prayed about ten rakat
When they killed Reece
I cried for whole weeks
Trapped in my cell again and I felt like I couldn't breath

RXR
It broke my heart when I found out Kevin passed
I went back to my cell and prayed about ten rakat
When they killed Reece
I cried for whole weeks
Trapped in my cell again and I felt like I couldn't breath