Fredo Bang - Free Melly Lyrics

Lord, I come to you with a heavy heart
My life been hard from the very start
That shit be hard, but I still play my part
Wanna do right even though I live wrong
I watch my dawg go to trial off my cellphone
The realest in it, guess they never got the memo
I'm on these Perc's, they hittin' hard just like Kimbo
They on my trail, they can't keep up with my tempo
Don't want the blame so they find someone to tell on
Where your block? I f*ck around and come and spin it
Don't want to talk to feds, probably got my digits
Free Melly it been love since the beginning
Talkin' 'bout subpoena, tell that lady I ain't get it (let's go)
If you ask my name, been it, I ain't in it (yah, yah)
Put some respect up on my name when you spit it (yah, yah)
And don't forget I'm one of the ones who really with it (yah)
Ain't been on Twitter, usually keep me out your mentions (fah, fah)
I'm at the house eating McDonald's with my kitties (yeah)
I be really quick to flash so I be chilling
When I'm in the A, I got my Glock all up in Lennox
You play them killers, coming through just like a entrance (ah)
What's the deal? I'm just tryna let you know
I f*ck around and take a niggas soul
Two plus twp, I be throwing up that 4
I kicked it in when they try to lock the door
F*ck the cops siren, never tell 'em please (never)
I'm eating chop's, but I'm still 'bout the B
I got two kids I just really need my cheese
Try to take 'em from me, I'm gon' make a nigga bleed (bitch, please)
I got blood in my eyes, I can't see (I can't see)
I don't play 'cause I always play to keep (fah, fah)
One time I shot a nigga ass with a beam (uh-huh)
Got it in my pocket like my phone I let it ring

Hello
What up blood?
You know I ain't got long, I'm on this phone
What's happenin', man?
Why is you out there playin' with them people, man?
You done tricked them long enough
Come on man, stand on this shit, man
TBG, Gorilla Gang, man
Go back in on them bitches, man

Thought it was over, they turnt they back and won't f*ck with me (f*ck)
I lost it all and got it back, I told 'em, "Look at me" (look at me)
I'm standing tall, it ain't no folding
Clutching bad, I'm always holdin'
Money always be my motive
So if you owe me, act like you know me
And every time I turn around they always asking 'bout that boy
I'on't give a f*ck about no pill, I push it down and that's on God
He got more money, got more plaques, but I been that before this rap
I turn a nigga into a pack and he gon' vouch, that's a fact
You don't believe my words, go and ask that nigga (ask that boy)
I put a nigga in a bag, I sack a nigga (ask that boy)
Feel that two, I see you, he in back edition (buh-buh-buh)
He did a drill, I paid the fine like a traffic ticket (buh-buh-buh)
See you in traffic I'm spinnin' broad day
If they ain't takin' his legs and takin' his face
I'm bringing that pressure, I'm makin' them pay
He play with them letters, he feelin' that K
Back in my cell I was clutchin' a blade
Back on that drink I just need me a taste
We get the drop then you better go pray
Wanna talk to the dead so I tatted they face

(What up B Real?)
(HardBody)