Free Melly (feat. DC The Don)

(Ray, where the fuck are you?)

(Damn, Trademark)

Make it, yeah, they always told me I would make it

And it feel like The Matrix, 'cause the way that they all be fakin'

And I ride with a hundred rounds, 'cause I know they tryna take me

And we finna gun 'em down if that boy ever try to play me

Yeah, it's sad, the industry makin' me mad

And I told my brother yesterday, he the best friend I ever had

Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you

Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you

Yeah, glad the boys who really made it out

Stack this cheddar, make my brother proud

Watch out for the snake ****

They gon' talk about you when you not around

And that's factual, they be cappin', bro

Can't let them get past me though

New crib when I blow up, I'm feeling too real, finna go up

I got a .30 on me, better show up

No, you not gang, lil' boy, you don't know us

I know that they lame, I know they be runnin'

He want the bank, he don't want the money

I told my brother, "I feel something comin'"

No more rainy days, it's finna be sunny, yeah

Oh, I watched it all, seen it all

No more calls, we gon' ball

It's in the past, know it wouldn't last

No turning back, we full gas

Make it, yeah, they always told me I would make it

And it feel like The Matrix, 'cause the way that they all be fakin'

And I ride with a hundred rounds, 'cause I know they tryna take me

And we finna gun 'em down if that boy ever try to play me

Yeah, it's sad, the industry makin' me mad

And I told my brother yesterday, he the best friend I ever had

Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you

Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you

Mercedes-Benz, it's a S-class, I could skrrt off

Walked in with some Rick Owens jeans, racks out, I'ma show-off

Bitch, you did shit with me in the gym, racks in, I don't know y'all

V12, with some turbo, legendary shit, J. Cole

We tryna go up we in sport mode (whoa)

All this shit I'm doing really legendary, hella legendary

I don't know, she said, you the GOAT and Donny, it don't make sense (whoa, whoa)

And I said, "Yes girl, now I know"

And it's so dope

Living on the road, but I ain't got my brother with me

I ain't ate since (ooh)

But she said, "Okay, let's get to it, I peep the shit you doing"

I just want your soul, baby, can you do it?

And don't be sorry, I don't need a sorry, save that shit for the radio

Slam the door and you swerve off (skrrt, skrrt)

Sendin' broken hearts, always tryna get the last word off

Make it, yeah, they always told me I would make it

And it feel like The Matrix, 'cause the way that they all be fakin'

And I ride with a hundred rounds, 'cause I know they tryna take me

And we finna gun 'em down if that boy ever try to play me

Yeah, it's sad, the industry makin' me mad

And I told my brother yesterday, he the best friend I ever had

Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you

Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you