YNW BSlime – Free Melly Lyrics

Free Melly Lyrics

(Ray, where the fuck are you?)
Damn, Trademark

Make it, yeah, they always told me I would make it
And it feel like The Matrix, ’cause the way that they all be fakin’
And I ride with a 100 rounds, ’cause I know they tryna take me
And we finna gun ’em down if that boy ever try to play me
Yeah, it’s sad, the industry makin’ me mad
And I told my brother yesterday, he the best friend I ever had
Man, I’m glad, yeah, I’m glad for you
Man, I’m glad, yeah, I’m glad for you
Yeah, glad the boys who really made it out
Stack this cheddar, make my brother proud
Watch out for the snake n*****
They gon’ talk about you when you not around
And that’s factual, they be cappin’ bro
Can’t let them get past me though
New crib when I blow up, I’m feeling too real, finna go up
I got a 30 on me, better show up
No, you ain’t gang, lil’ boy, you don’t know us
I know that they lame, I know they be runnin’
He want the bank, he don’t want the money
I told my brother, I feel something comin’
No more rainy days, it’s finna be sunny, yeah
Oh, I watched it all, seen it all
No more calls, we gon’ ball
It’s in the past, know it wouldn’t last
No turning back, we full gas
Make it, yeah, they always told me I would make it
And it feel like The Matrix
‘Cause the way that they all be fakin’
And I ride with a 100 rounds
‘Cause I know they tryna take me
And we finna gun ’em down if that boy ever try to play me
Yeah, it’s sad, the industry makin’ me mad
And I told my brother yesterday, he the best friend I ever had
Man, I’m glad, yeah, I’m glad for you
Man, I’m glad, yeah, I’m glad for you
Mercedes Benz, it’s a S-class, I could skrt off
Walked in with some Rick Owens jeans, racks out, I’m a show off
Bitch, you did shit with me in the gym, racks in, I don’t know y’all
V12, with some turbo, legendary shit, J Cole
We tryna go up we in sport mode (Woah)
All this shit I’m doing really legendary, hella legendary
I don’t know, she said, you the GOAT and Donny, it don’t make sense (Woah, woah)
And I said, yes girl, now I know
And it’s so dope
Living on the road but I ain’t got my brother with me
I ain’t ate since (Ooh)
But she said, okay, let’s get’s to it, I peep the shit you doing
I just want your soul, baby, can you do it?
And don’t be sorry, I don’t need a sorry, save that shit for the radio
Slam the door and you swerve off (Srkt, skrt)
Sendin’ broken hearts, always tryna get the last word off
Make it, yeah, they always told me I would make it
And it feel like The Matrix, ’cause the way that they all be fakin’
And I ride with a 100 rounds, ’cause I know they tryna take me
And we finna gun ’em down if that boy ever try to play me
Yeah, it’s sad, the industry makin’ me mad
And I told my brother yesterday, he the best friend I ever had
Man, I’m glad, yeah, I’m glad for you
Man, I’m glad, yeah, I’m glad for you