"2012 Freestyle" lyrics
Patron shit
G, I've been looking at Baron, right? He like, "G, you been too quiet, here, off this beat and shit, right?"
I guess he think I'd kill it, but I-I can't really, you feel me, do that beat, so...
But I ain't gon' stunt, though, G, I ain't making no noise right now, I got Folks working on his mixtape
BU Double, man, shout out my brother, man, it's TFG—The Fucking Guys, man, it's the movement, and...
This shit is about to dr—, it's starting soon
I'm not really on shit right now
But I got—, I'm working on my mixtape, man, this 3 F's shit is coming soon, like real life, right here in your face, right?
But look, though, anyways, like I was saying...
Yeah, I'ma do something for bro 'cause Folks want me to do it, you feel me?
But look, though
I'm like...
Bro told me, "It's a lot going on," but shit, he couldn't talk over the phone
So I just did my time, my nigga finna come home, I'm doing a lot of stressing, that's why I'm singing this song
That jail shit be crazy—Stressing, depressing
Got court in the A.M. and I'm hoping I catch this blessing, but shit, still I'm home, and I'm still holding strong
Can't forget about that beef shit that's still going on 'cause I got niggas woofin' at me
Oppositions woofin' at me; parole board? I forgot the bitch, now they looking at me
I get back in town, niggas know what's cracking now
Niggas' eyes lighting up 'cause they hear I'm back around
He like, "What the fuck is up?"
He like, "Man, what the fuck?"
Got his mans like, "Nigga, you a man, toughen up"
"I'm just saying, what's the plan? Catch us, he gon' fuck us up"
You ducking that action now, yeah, Munchie, I'm back in town
I'm thinking 'bout some shit, got some thoughts in my head that
"If a nigga find out, he gon' talk to the Feds?"
But I'm lost in my head, right?
Plus, my nickel lemon-squeeze, trigger down, I just hope it don't get off in my pants
Say, I'm better off dead, what? I don't know why
Maybe niggas scared, they thinking they gon' die
I mean, I ain't gon' lie, that got to be what it is
If it ain't that, then shit, it's something I did
'Cause niggas want me dead in these streets for real, and
If a nigga playing it's for keeps for real
Got a stove on my waist, that's heat for real
To cook your ass, got him paying for this beef for real
Be for real, nigga, you ain't fucking with the Bull
This shit I got tucked'll have you tucking on the floor
I ain't fucking with no raw, I got a lot of crack stuff
Got a lot of hoes and they keep a lot of packed stuff
That's just for me, right next to me
I keep her hot and wet off ecstasy
Wanna fuck her? Shorty going, why you asking me?
But if you fuck, don't think that's sex for free
Nigga better have lead if he testing me
Gold digging bitch on my line texting me
She want Truey, Gucci, Louis, Prada
Bitch, I'm the Man and I spend not a dollar
That answer is nada, ho, I can't go
Head shot, put that red dot on your Kangal
Bitches say I changed, though
Really, I don't think so
Maybe it's the 'Tron, I slow down and try to drink slow
Patron be the shit that I be drinking
That .40 hit your brains, see the shit that you was thinking
Now, you all over that concrete, stretched out, wetted up
Ambulance come, they like, "Eurgh! Could you get him up?"
Yeah, I bet he had enough now, that .40 hit your ass, I bet you ain't tough now
Better sit the fuck down
Fuck you doing approaching a real nigga?
You ain't seeing me like a roach in the field, nigga
You see that? Wouldn't want to be that?
Let you know you dead when your head where your feet at
Let you know you booked when them Feds where you eat at
All up in ya crib, in the bed where you sleep at
Ayy, I don't wanna see that 'cause I been to jail
And did time 'cause I told 'em, "I ain't finna tell"
You the type of nigga snitch, bitch, ya'd rat a nigga out
I'm the type of nigga sneak, creep in that nigga house tryna wait 'til he come out
That shit so fun and I'll wet his baby mama if that bitch don't run
I don't know what it is, I'm fucked up in the head
I'm hoping Dre get to do his time up in the Feds 'cause Goddamn
Man, thirty years in the State? Every day, you got to worry 'bout getting shit
Nigga, tell me what you know about that
A hundred, twenty-six grams, what you know about crack?
Pure cocaine that ain't even cooked yet
I'm living in '85, my nigga just took that
For real
Free JD, nigga
Free my fucking homies
Rest in peace Pooh Bear, man
Niggas know it's TFG, it's the Fucking Guys
Free that nigga Clam
Free that nigga Vernon
Free that nigga Prince
Free that nigga Fil
Free the nigga Kemo, man
Free that nigga Fimi, man
This shit is real, man
Free that nigga Erick, man
Real shit, it's TFG, it's PBG, it's The Fucking Guys in my fucking eyes
I'm Die L's for Alex and L's up for L Dubb
Aha, shit's real, you see the bandana, it's crooked
G, I've been looking at Baron, right? He like, "G, you been too quiet, here, off this beat and shit, right?"
I guess he think I'd kill it, but I-I can't really, you feel me, do that beat, so...
But I ain't gon' stunt, though, G, I ain't making no noise right now, I got Folks working on his mixtape
BU Double, man, shout out my brother, man, it's TFG—The Fucking Guys, man, it's the movement, and...
This shit is about to dr—, it's starting soon
I'm not really on shit right now
But I got—, I'm working on my mixtape, man, this 3 F's shit is coming soon, like real life, right here in your face, right?
But look, though, anyways, like I was saying...
Yeah, I'ma do something for bro 'cause Folks want me to do it, you feel me?
But look, though
I'm like...
Bro told me, "It's a lot going on," but shit, he couldn't talk over the phone
So I just did my time, my nigga finna come home, I'm doing a lot of stressing, that's why I'm singing this song
That jail shit be crazy—Stressing, depressing
Got court in the A.M. and I'm hoping I catch this blessing, but shit, still I'm home, and I'm still holding strong
Can't forget about that beef shit that's still going on 'cause I got niggas woofin' at me
Oppositions woofin' at me; parole board? I forgot the bitch, now they looking at me
I get back in town, niggas know what's cracking now
Niggas' eyes lighting up 'cause they hear I'm back around
He like, "What the fuck is up?"
He like, "Man, what the fuck?"
Got his mans like, "Nigga, you a man, toughen up"
"I'm just saying, what's the plan? Catch us, he gon' fuck us up"
You ducking that action now, yeah, Munchie, I'm back in town
I'm thinking 'bout some shit, got some thoughts in my head that
"If a nigga find out, he gon' talk to the Feds?"
But I'm lost in my head, right?
Plus, my nickel lemon-squeeze, trigger down, I just hope it don't get off in my pants
Say, I'm better off dead, what? I don't know why
Maybe niggas scared, they thinking they gon' die
I mean, I ain't gon' lie, that got to be what it is
If it ain't that, then shit, it's something I did
'Cause niggas want me dead in these streets for real, and
If a nigga playing it's for keeps for real
Got a stove on my waist, that's heat for real
To cook your ass, got him paying for this beef for real
Be for real, nigga, you ain't fucking with the Bull
This shit I got tucked'll have you tucking on the floor
I ain't fucking with no raw, I got a lot of crack stuff
Got a lot of hoes and they keep a lot of packed stuff
That's just for me, right next to me
I keep her hot and wet off ecstasy
Wanna fuck her? Shorty going, why you asking me?
But if you fuck, don't think that's sex for free
Nigga better have lead if he testing me
Gold digging bitch on my line texting me
She want Truey, Gucci, Louis, Prada
Bitch, I'm the Man and I spend not a dollar
That answer is nada, ho, I can't go
Head shot, put that red dot on your Kangal
Bitches say I changed, though
Really, I don't think so
Maybe it's the 'Tron, I slow down and try to drink slow
Patron be the shit that I be drinking
That .40 hit your brains, see the shit that you was thinking
Now, you all over that concrete, stretched out, wetted up
Ambulance come, they like, "Eurgh! Could you get him up?"
Yeah, I bet he had enough now, that .40 hit your ass, I bet you ain't tough now
Better sit the fuck down
Fuck you doing approaching a real nigga?
You ain't seeing me like a roach in the field, nigga
You see that? Wouldn't want to be that?
Let you know you dead when your head where your feet at
Let you know you booked when them Feds where you eat at
All up in ya crib, in the bed where you sleep at
Ayy, I don't wanna see that 'cause I been to jail
And did time 'cause I told 'em, "I ain't finna tell"
You the type of nigga snitch, bitch, ya'd rat a nigga out
I'm the type of nigga sneak, creep in that nigga house tryna wait 'til he come out
That shit so fun and I'll wet his baby mama if that bitch don't run
I don't know what it is, I'm fucked up in the head
I'm hoping Dre get to do his time up in the Feds 'cause Goddamn
Man, thirty years in the State? Every day, you got to worry 'bout getting shit
Nigga, tell me what you know about that
A hundred, twenty-six grams, what you know about crack?
Pure cocaine that ain't even cooked yet
I'm living in '85, my nigga just took that
For real
Free JD, nigga
Free my fucking homies
Rest in peace Pooh Bear, man
Niggas know it's TFG, it's the Fucking Guys
Free that nigga Clam
Free that nigga Vernon
Free that nigga Prince
Free that nigga Fil
Free the nigga Kemo, man
Free that nigga Fimi, man
This shit is real, man
Free that nigga Erick, man
Real shit, it's TFG, it's PBG, it's The Fucking Guys in my fucking eyes
I'm Die L's for Alex and L's up for L Dubb
Aha, shit's real, you see the bandana, it's crooked
