[Intro]
They took our brother off the playlist
He was boycotted from the A-list
When he gets out this year, those who hated will remain nameless
Don't worry about the press or whose side looks best
Worry about your neck and protect your chest
Man can't curse who God chooses to bless
That's why he let you walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Free Tory
Free Tory, free Tory 'til it's backwards
[Verse 1]
I can't trust a nigga in the business just bein' me
Feelin' like, "Fuck all that free promo, who freein' me?"
I hop up out the DMV smellin' like weed
This for my Toronto niggas bustin' them B&Es
Gleeful like I'm Kodak, whippin' the GLE
Twenty thousand niggas and they buckin' and bein' P
Y'all want me to sit around and chuckle and key and key
I just want the moneybags, word to CMG
Cops walkin', so you know the phone is on DND
Get tired of these business meetings, like it was 3&3
Chanel'y on my back, all you see is the C&C
Shooters give you airtime, word to the BNB (Goddamn)
Crashouts comin' from lil' homie at TDE
But that's just my little brother, all he wants is to be a me
Too much respect for Top Dawg to ever just be a flee
Plus, so many Compton niggas with me, they'll bleed a T
Love them niggas
Everybody can get it, nigga
The flow is transexual and Afrocentric, nigga
That mean I spit it both ways, make niggas and hoes pay
To get fucked if they ever go against a nigga
Lyrical competition ain't nothin' to put y'all niggas in ovens, let alone covers
Bedtime while I'm in the other room and fuckin' yo' mother
It's scent smell like nothin' but rubbers
Unrelated topic, other day I seen Doechii rappin' tongues and I lowkey love her
I won't DM and fuck the chance up that we gon' be fuckin'
And I don't wanna be sittin' in the bed with her one day
She on the 'Gram lookin' back like, "I know you wasn't"
2025, free Tory, man, that shit won't be a miracle
And miracly, all you finna see is hoes actin' all hysterically
And bunch of fake niggas talkin' like they was always there for me [Interlude]
Hm, you must be out your skin, nigga
You wasn't in that canteen line by gym, nigga
You never had to do your laundry in the bin, nigga
You wasn't shootin' with me in the fuckin' pen, nigga, haha
I did that for my niggas in the cell, they gon' love that one
For sure
Back at it, uh
[Verse 2]
My nigga 50 said it's war, it gotta be war
He sayin' fuck it, we gotta crash out, we ain't gotta be sure
We'll ask the questions later
We'll duck investigators, DAs and the legislatures
Krybaby baby know my brothers, they will separate ya (Free Tory)
I'm duckin' respirators, airlifts and plus sudden danger
Head on a swivel, even when it's times it's nothin' major
This is prison, why I can't be givin' niggas all the different characteristics of my mother's tender lovin' nature
You knew that I would spazz on the outro like the last scene of The Sister Act 2
God, that was just so classic
But that's the way I'm comin' back on you tag a long niggas tryna attach to me too
The world had me shattered, I took all 'em pieces of broken glass and put them back, made a masterpiece too
I went independent, they locked me up for it, lied about that's somethin' they happen to do
Woo
My release date is this year, 2025, and I decree it in the name of Jesus
[?]
Speak tongues so I can keep the angels, duck the demons
I intercess and intercede up on the devil's allegiance
I'm stampedin' with the heavens 'til they finally free us
And not just from the prison, but the devil's legions
Mark my words, start writin' y'all apology speeches [Outro]
Ah, it's crazy
This the type of this I had to do to get this shit right, man
I know it's unclear, fuck man
It's like they'll never understand it
The dedication, man, the, the pain and the hunger
The fights, really had to fight for this album literally
You know, just nigga livin' in a warzone
Man, you know I'm sayin', I'm recordin' with my [?] on me and shit like
Niggas talkin' 'bout they can't catch a vibe in a regular studio
Nigga, imagine there's niggas outside your door, you tryna take your take
You tryna spit a line and niggas just tryna slit your throat like
This shit different, man, like for real
I made it through it all, a nigga stood tall
I ain't never back down from nothin', turn down no fades
I stayed GP, never PC'ed up nothin'
And I ain't gon' lie, that's why I'm so thankful like
I'm thankful to God for really bringin' me through this shit like
Real nights of pain, real nights of tears
Like cryin', like you feel me?
Nigga losin' real people, nigga losin' real friends dyin' in the street
While I'm in the cell, can't do nothin' 'bout it
Can't even attend the funerals, like, man
And even through all of that, I'm thankful
I'm thinkin', matter fact, I'ma give my thank yous right now, matter fact
So first of all, let me get my shit ready, you heard?
I wanna thank all the Umbrellas and all my fans and family that wrote me all the letters and shit
And I swear I read every single one
And them shit's got me through
And I know I ain't get to respond 'cause I wasn't in the right mental state at the time
But I love y'all so much and thank you for that, for real
For whoever was sendin' me them books and sendin' me them GQ magazines every month with that subscription
It was a real-ass nigga, I want you to know that, thank you
J, Ray, Nyce, Raina, y'all my heart and the ribcage around it, you heard?
I especially thank y'all niggas for the nights when I was cryin' on that county jail phone
And I told y'all I don't give a fuck no more whether I live, die, stay in this motherfucker
And y'all told me, "Nah, nigga, you a king, hold your head up and wear that crown, nigga
You comin' home, nigga"
I needed that, thank you
Jennette [?], Erica, I love you
Shit I remember the time I was locked up for the first couple of weeks, man, I remember like, my bank
I was with City National, my bank, my accountant and my lawyer
And they had all quitted the same weekend because of the transition to me bein' Canadian like I had no real like access to my funds
I was fucked up
And my lawyer wanted over like a quarter million to represent me for the appeal, so
You know I start hollerin' at all my rap friends, my celebrity friends and nobody was there
Niggas treatin' me like I was dead and this nigga Chris Brown, nigga, I'll never forget it
This nigga Chris Brown came out of nowhere, bro, he just gave me the money
He said, "Look, bro, when you get outside, nigga, holla at me
Hope you come home"
That's a real nigga, bro
Without that nigga, bro
Nigga'd be fucked up, bro
Real talk, bro
Thank you, my nigga
A nigga just want to succeed, bro
Get out of this shit and just shine different
But I appreciate everybody who helped me through this
You know, where or whatever make it without you
God first
