Free Merey - 42 Dugg

TayTay made the beat

Money gon' hurt you, I know you don’t feel me

Niggas talkin' crazy, boy, I swear that shit kill me

Forever, forever

As long as you real, we gon' always be together

Label tryna tell me to switch my style

Say I’m in the hood too much and I’m too wild

Long as y’all get yours, I’ma get mine

Old lawyer taking Xan, probably gotta sit down

Gotti just called, hope they free my dawg

When shit ain’t going right, wish it was me and not y’all

Fuck paying the lawyer, bro, I wanna come get you

Wish you had a bond, you know money ain’t the issue (The issue)

And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still

Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still

Swear to God, bro, I wish that I could come get you

All those people 'round really ain’t my niggas

And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still

Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still

Still doing work for my son

Still in my bag, still on my own

Merey just wrote me, doggy bone, you got it

Keep making us proud or all of this shit don’t matter

I’ma hold it down, still write my letters

Bitch come around, must’ve seen my Patek

Still selling to the addict, used to be the way I eat

Send a Wocky to my dad, say he been having problems sleepin'

Keep my music to myself, really don’t wanna do no features

I can’t wait 'til I see you, fill in on what’s happenin'

Niggas hating on me, prolly mad that I’m a rapper

I had to check the luggage, can’t be traveling, too much baggage

I thought niggas was happy, real talk, I seen it all

RIP to Reecee, you the one I see in all us

And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still

Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still

Swear to God, bro, I wish that I could come get you

All those people 'round really ain’t my niggas

And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still

Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still

Still doing work for my son

Still in my bag, still on my own

And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still

Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still

Swear to God, bro, I wish that I could come get you

All those people 'round really ain’t my niggas

And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still

Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still

Still doing work for my son

Still in my bag