Fee Me - Berner, Ampichino, Freeze Clark

All white Benz, I’m just ridin' like I’m leanin'

Three or four charges and I’m hoping that I beat 'em

They let just ball out, then they pull us out a dream

Look at me

Twenty-nine, in the cell screaming free me

New Gucci Locs, uh, custom made Gucci coat

Black jeans, fifty stacks, lean got me movin' slow

Bitches in my face talkin' money, is she ready though

I guess she strips and already hoes

Trust me, I lost loved ones over money

It’s funny

Cause I know my ex-wife still loves me

Twenty on my head, try and take me away

I’ll leave a shooter on his face, dead

You think that I’m playin'

I’m talking nights with no sleep, stuck, thinkin' of jail

My lil homie got hit, shit, I hope he don’t tell

I hope all is well, them letters gettin' harder to read

My daughter needs her dad, but daddy’s still stuck in them streets

I’ll do an old school flip with that mitt if I have too

Roll the windows up and let the pigs right roll past you

It’s cloudy in my car, how you livin'?

And if I die tonight, remember me like John Lennon

Fly woman give me gifts just to get some dick

I’m on the road like Joe Pelly if the feds come hit

I only rap cause I need this trap money legit

I’m in the sticks, letting pounds of kush go for six

And my shit’s limo tint, sun roof, feel the sun

Mind numb from the shit I seen, I hate doing wrong

Crime pays, why lie, shit, I’m young and I’m rich

Probably sittin' in the cell looking back at this shit

All white Benz, I’m just ridin' like I’m leanin'

Three or four charges and I’m hoping that I beat 'em

They let just ball out, then they pull us out a dream

Look at me

Twenty-nine, in the cell screaming free me

What the fuck my nigga Price die?

Ain’t no love in this streets, so the price high

I cry, dry tears out my eyes, so I’m hot

Wife walked out on our marriage cause I’m a mob guy

She want a regular dude with a regular job

But Freeze married to the game, it’s not a facade

No Bill Cosby, no Phylicia Rashad

Bumpin' 2Pac's shit, Ambitions of a Rider

Cause I’m a rider for my sun and my daughter

I might off you, forgive me heavinly father

I ain’t the best father, I need their approval

I keep them fresh like every day is back to school

Michael Jay Fox, I’m Back to the Future

Tony Montana style, I am actor as future

Good niggas dying, we need accurate shooters

Accident homo niggas too sacred to put their dukes up

All white Benz, I’m just ridin' like I’m leanin'

Three or four charges and I’m hoping that I beat 'em

They let just ball out, then they pull us out a dream

Look at me

Twenty-nine, in the cell screaming free me

House with two swimming pools

All wood floors, glass ceiling, panoramic view

Barbecues in the winter

Still grittin', my vision clear even though I wear carty lenses

Party with women that drink Bacardi and lemon

You niggas is tardy, we’ve been revil Harley engines

All my niggas that’s gone, you know it’s hard to mention

And the concept like a fresh from a car convincing

Ball 'til I fall, I still thank God for livin'

Don’t go to church, though I’m living, this my religion

Cook and work in the kitchen

That’s food for thought, my nigga, you do the dishes

Cover your mouth when we talk, you know the feds listenin'

Guns got the sparkin' at this little son Christinin'

Neck and wrist glistinin'

You owe bread, then found dead by old white fence and then

Hated like Zimmerman, looked at the world we livin' in

Handle your business, we move more trees to Timberland

Ball like the Wimbledon, Harin, Bone, and Pendalin

Project tennamix, ya’ll niggas indigent

Ya’ll talk that we livin' it, we walked and we did this shit

We’re barkin with bigger clips

Don’t care if you innocent

Look at my black skin they me the immigrant

He didn’t die, I’mma hit him with an iller clip