Dee Watkins — Free Vy

[Verse] This a letter to my nigga Vy Damn bruh what you got going Told your ass to chill You can't be riding around with that chrome Now you up that road and I can't smoke with you or call your phone But just stay down and do that time you coming home Just talked to lil bean he say he straight, but I can tell he ain't I can see it in his eyes I see it on his face Lil bone on house arrest I just pulled up on bruh the other day All of my niggas they either during time or trying to fight a case I'm fucked up in the head 'cause smoke got shot he dead And lil slug locked in the feds and them crackers got me scared I can't let them people get me I'm the ticket the way out the hood Gotta make you straight, gotta make sure my people living good Back to Back all my niggas catching cases back to back My auntie almost had a heart attack I don't wanna talk Ima call you back Can't trust people I be falling back Just keep it real how hard is that Shawty told me she love me I don't really trust it I ain't gon' fall for that But I all wanna do is see a smile on your face And I hate the fact that all my dawgs doing time in the cage We got a lot of dirt like a slave We ain't never had shit made But we ain't stressing shit we paid Now it's time to flip the page on this shit And I'm free styling right now got a lot on my mind so just chill and let me vent Can't even talk to my dawg 'cause them crackers caught his ass with that glit But I know my dawg 1K he ain't gon' fold he ain't gon' go out like no bitch And my dawg got plenty aim with a red beam on that bitch he won't miss We was hitting licks we was just some jits And when shit got hard you ain't never fold and you ain't switch All it took was time I knew we would make it out this shit All a nigga kept on doing was hitting the booth and dropping them hits God damn I don't understand Free my dawgs out the can Free my dawgs out the can Oh oh oh