Mozzy - FREE ALL THE LIFERS lyrics

His mama died before he got
To see the board again
Them diss songs will make me suit
Up and go score again go to the store
I need a pot that I can pour this in

Straight to hell that's where I'm goin'
Like you ain't knowin'
If she ain't hoein', I don't want her
You can keep her
Niggas on the internet begging
To meet the reaper
I got all these screenshots of you
Begging me for a feature
We don't follow followers home
We want the leader
Same respect I givе to a hustler
I give to Tweaka
Samе charge they give to the squeeza
They give the driver
He ain't DOA when they found him
He went to Kaiser
You could tell the difference
VS's a lil' brighter he ain't spend no dub
On that trinklet, bitch, you a liar
I ain't fuck lil' mama
They told me that she on fire
The lawyer ain't gon' get me out
This one 'cause of the priors
Drillers don't love me
They love when I send the wire
Yeah, tell that boy zip with no Skelly
Eye of the tiger
Callin' just to see how you doing
Free all the lifers
His mama died before he got
To see the board again go to the store
I need a pot that I can pour this in
Them diss songs will make me suit
Up and go score again
When you was broke that envelope
Consisted more than ten
It's HGM wit' me, more than this
Yeah, I be on my lonesome
Only thing to keep me wholesome
They fuck wit' me in Kentucky
They love me out there in Tulsa
The worst feeling in the world is being sober
Somebody get this man a badge, he the rollers
Twenty plus without no smut, you niggas bogus
Hit him anywhere above the neck
You get a bonus
Never place popularity over motion
Apparently we the dopest to ever
Come out the bity and we ain't tamper wit'
Nothin' except the titties
I'm talkin' Cinnabon's on the blicky
They sitting pretty if buddy iffy
Cut him off 'cause you don't need him
Sent them bitches in the store for some
Magnums and then we leave him
Over achieving, I really come from the bottom
Before I put on this Rollie
I really put on my partners
Love that nigga Parker, forever
That's on my mama first he gave me the Sig
Then he gave me the choppa
Round table meetin' politics and lasagna
Or the truffle ravioli wit' the lobster
You ain't activated, you actin'
You need a Oscar
Gang psychologically ill, niggas is stalkers
I been skeemin' ever since the
Day we lost him
While on your beanie ever since
The day you crossed us