FREEBARS #1

Yeah

The car you drive was a gift from your dad, don’t act like you’re Toretto
The neighborhood always disrespected you
You think you’re a gangster just for popping pills
But you don’t know how to handle it, you’re just a pig

It’s been a while since you hit a good spot
Rolling with a rookie who’s clueless
He causes problems even when he’s dead
Doesn’t know anything about budgeting

Talked shit about him when he was with me
What street is he talking about? He’s always lost
In rehab, also destroyed
He’s left with nothing, not even friends

I got into his investment, he’s lost
He’s been bitter for years
With one year less, I made triple what you did
And he’s still hurting

Like a broke businessman
Left his friends starving
Flexing with a job, but that job was handed to him by his dad for free
The house he lives in, everything he eats, even the doors he opens

Don’t feel pressured by this version of you
That your buddies are gonna hear
Even you know you’re broke
That’s why my money’s a gift for you

If I billed it, I’d chill in a week
And we both know you’re behind
And you have a tattoo so fake
On your neck that doesn’t mean anything anymore

For being so fake and so trash, to remember it, you should let it go
Don’t bite the hand that fed you, man, it’s given you a lot to show
Especially if that money isn’t for family and just to blow it (Ah, why dude?)

Ah
Because you’re broke-broke-broke-broke
I’m a businessman with skills
You’re named-broke-broke-broke-broke
Like the biggest loser in all the cities

Paying artists to make songs
Because their songs wouldn’t be worth shit
Their lines don’t make sense
It’s the worst wasted ink

And he records diss tracks but never posts them
And I don’t know why the fool brags
Buying views on YouTube
I know because I had him by my side

I take him down like in RedTube
Had bad vibes from your energy
Always down, never up
Two-faced, don’t doubt it

I’m tired of all these junkies
Who want my money and then turn on me
On social media they fake it, but you can’t lie to yourself
You know how your life is

They want to get high without a budget
So they’re sniffing their mom’s stash
Everything I have, I earned it myself
Doing business and with initiative
Yeah, fuck

How can you fall so low, dude?
They turn on you for a man, they turn on you for money
They have no codes
You give them a hand and they grab your elbow, grab your elbow
Karma exists, they’ll sink themselves, rats
It’s the law of life, they have nothing left
What you give comes back multiplied by a hundred
So be careful with what you’re doing
I’m gonna spend, I’m gonna spend