It Ain't Free (feat. Black Jesus) - Tonet

(Jay-R) Sniper Hol' up It's a new day Uh, raah! Boy, I'm from the block, it ain't no fakin' it I will have my Haitians eat your face and shit Coming out my hood, it ain't no making it If I catch you slipping then I'm taking it Boy, I'm from the block, it ain't no fakin' it I will have my Haitians eat your face and shit Coming out my hood, it ain't no making it If I catch you slipping then I'm taking it Golden Acres shit, cuffed down to my anklet Little boy don't play with me, I merk you and your neighbors And I ain't on that label shit, so keep your papers bitch Project Baby, fuck that Sega and PlayStation shit Me and my nigga running crazy home invasion shit Paper chasing jit, snapping snatching chains and shit Stupid boy my mama Haitian don't you play like that I'm a sniper, I'm a sniper, I'm a Baker Act Coming out my hood, you ain't got no chance Shoot you where you stand, that's your right-hand man Ain't no fakin' it, I make you lose your sleep You will see the streets vouch for me 'Cause I bleed the streets I grew up in the streets so fuck the industry Sticky weed and it came from Italy I finesse the set, you should never slack Trying to run up on me, well, don't you think like that Boy, I'm from the block, it ain't no fakin' it I will have my Haitians eat your face and shit Coming out my hood, it ain't no making it If I catch you slipping then I'm taking it Boy, I'm from the block, it ain't no fakin' it I will have my Haitians eat your face and shit Coming out my hood, it ain't no making it If I catch you slipping then I'm taking it Ain't no making it, more cake than a bakery Once you start that beef, nigga ain't no shaking it Hoodrat, say cheese, Kodak take a pic Don't you catch a strap attack 'cause man that dangerous Trap code, huh, I made this shit I made a molly slushy, bitch, come take a sip What set you claim? Boy, what game you playing? You not from my hood, 'cause we don't talk the same You don't play with pistols, you don't got no gang Where your money came, shoot you like you lame You can't get them bitches kick you out the frame Project baby man, I don't fuck around with no lame I took your shit, I'm gon' plumb it up Give that sack right to me, watch me run it up I'm a sniper nigga 'cause it's my favorite sport I can't go to school 'cause it's too many dorks Boy, I'm from the block, it ain't no fakin' it I will have my Haitians eat your face and shit Coming out my hood, it ain't no making it If I catch you slipping then I'm taking it Boy, I'm from the block, it ain't no fakin' it I will have my Haitians eat your face and shit Coming out my hood, it ain't no making it If I catch you slipping then I'm taking it (Sniper)

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) The emergency brakes broke (We The Best Music) And ain't no stoppin' this shit either though Ain't no such things as red lights I don't even know where to go (another one, DJ Khaled) I don't got no brakes, it ain't not stoppin' this I'm the youngest nigga poppin' shit They wanna stop the fire, but it's too late, this shit got super lit She see the way I pull a bitch You see the way these diamonds hit Nigga try to touch my chain, you gon' see the way this .40 kick They don't want no problems with us ('cause it ain't safe) They don't want no problems with us (that shit ain't safe) They don't want no problems with us ('cause it ain't safe) You don't want no problems with us (that shit ain't safe) Why it just got hot in here? Oh, look Wick just walked in here I don't be with fuck niggas, but I keep my FN Bro go move the double R, we got somebody blocked in Just saw my partner from Atlanta, he said "You fresh as fuck, twin" Swing that stick like Jackie Robinson and we slide home He so innocent in real life, but gangsta on the phone Funny how she say that I'm the dog but ate me off the bone I heard her nigga mad, she came home smelling like my cologne All I know is go, it ain't no stoppin', ain't no slowin' down I don't want that nigga around me if he not gonna pow-pow I don't want that necklace if that cuban link don't bling-baow I don't want that pretty girl if she don't know how to work her mouth We look like some old people, everybody got a stick Know my phone ain't never dead, but I pull up five percent When I walk my chains go back and forth like they in an argument If he stare at this car too long, "Grrah, grrah" through the tint They don't want no problems with us ('cause it ain't safe) They don't want no problems with us (that shit ain't safe) They don't want no problems with us ('cause it ain't safe) You don't want no problems with us (that shit ain't safe) I'm in the cut, uh, scissor, I'm a cutthroat lil' nigga I been fucking her since December, now her butt been gettin' bigger Nobody ain't told me I was trippin' when I picked up the pistol Started off with good intentions, how the fuck I turned to a killer? Cutthroat motherfucker, I go straight for the jugular I'ma cut through with that cutter "Doo-doo-doo-doo", did I stutter? I'm sleepin' on this side of the bed tonight, bitch, don't touch me Finna breeze through every nigga block I don't fuck with Ain't none of my homeboys got stepped on 'cause we do the stompin' Don't fuck with the niggas from the ugly corner, this shit gon' get ugly We ain't have shit in the projects, so I made it regardless And I never ain't have a problem I couldn't solve with my chopper (This shit ain't safe, this shit ain't safe) They don't want no problems with us ('cause it ain't safe) They don't want no problems with us (that shit ain't safe) They don't want no problems with us ('cause it ain't safe) You don't want no problems with us (that shit ain't safe) This shit ain't safe, this shit ain't safe ('cause it ain't safe) This shit ain't safe, this shit ain't safe (that shit ain't safe) This shit ain't safe, this shit ain't safe ('cause it ain't safe) This shit ain't safe, this shit ain't safe (that shit ain't safe)

Trying to add some character to this shit It's pissing me off When i had this problem I had a picture of a bitch In front of the microphone And act like I'm talking to that bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah Did me wrong and i forgave I don't forgive shit Put it all on the table Know what you dealing with Emotion left some time ago These days i ain't feeling shit You see this striped sweater Just know I ain't referring shit Did me wrong and i forgave I don't forgive shit Put it all on the table Know what you dealing with Emotion left some time ago These days i ain't feeling shit You see this striped sweater Just know I ain't referring shit If I ever did you wrong Than you deserved the shit Eyes full of tears Karma finally caught you bitch Frito lay about that sack I need all of my chips Even when the stage got shaky I l stuck to the script Call me like a drug dealer I'm no pharmacist All this money i done touch You'd think i sold a brick Yeah i show a lot of love But my heart cold as wind And these nigga lifestyle made up Hocus pocus shit Did me wrong and i forgave I don't forgive shit Put it all on the table Know what you dealing with Emotion left some time ago These days i ain't feeling shit You see this striped sweater Just know I ain't referring shit Did me wrong and i forgave I don't forgive shit Put it all on the table Know what you dealing with Emotion left some time ago These days i ain't feeling shit You see this striped sweater Just know I ain't referring shit Blow the whistle on these bitch They in check quick Thats Obama in my wood I call it sheck wes Feed the bitch some chicken And we had some good sex She did me wrong She was out there living reckless Ain't lose no sleep about it On to the next bitch Than had to think about it Once you cross me that's a done dada I got time now I just had to straighten up my collar It's a crime now Niggas think we counterfeiting these dollars Did me wrong and i forgave I don't forgive shit Put it all on the table Know what you dealing with Emotion left some time ago These days i ain't feeling shit You see this striped sweater Just know I ain't referring shit Did me wrong and i forgave I don't forgive shit Put it all on the table Know what you dealing with Emotion left some time ago These days i ain't feeling shit You see this striped sweater Just know I ain't referring shit I should of just kept my distance I noticed how you pretended To fall in love with a nigga I swear i had good intentions The pistols came with extensions I need your hands for the dishes Them hill's six inches You keep them on when i'm hitting You know i'm swinging for fences You having trouble committing You know you got your niggas That's why i keep me my bitches The feelings start to be different Them arguments be concitience You know what's on the table You wasn't being efficient Did me wrong and i forgave I don't forgive shit Put it all on the table Know what you dealing with Emotion left some time ago These days i ain't feeling shit You see this striped sweater Just know I ain't referring shit Did me wrong and i forgave I don't forgive shit Put it all on the table Know what you dealing with Emotion left some time ago These days i ain't feeling shit You see this striped sweater Just know I ain't referring shit