Dennis Lee - Free lyrics

[Verse One: Dennis Lee] It's time to go deep no deep throata Alabama n***a off in P-Cola Had a lot of burdens on my back then I was starting to get a weak shoulda Got a lil taste of a zeta though Aka that blue berry Now im frostin on a new cherry That's why a n***a off on newberry [Verse Two: Dennis Lee] Hold up, lets talk about that mixtape that never got released Nothing was leased, i wasn't on original beats I still did my thang providing the heat But the plug was hard to push so i didn't get leaked Orlando, everybody out for self If you wasn't part of their body, you wasn't part of their sell (cell) I was ghost, still went hard in the shell Throwing shots, but like neo, i was darting their shells Damn, that red pill a muh f**a Till you wake up as that otha brotha. from another motha And you're still unsure Cause that n***a the same as yours, and you dont know if he's pure [Verse Three: Dennis Lee] Hold up, lets talk about the ville Where everybody round here ain't real This a jungle, i done-done my dealings That's why im out for the k** Bout to take you Dj's and rappers And make you into my kilt I ain't playing Nah i ain't forgot about you promoters Walking around in your expensive odor Money made from every entertainer that showed up Want me to rock the mic in exchange for exposure Note, get this metaphor, before i say that I'm not a DJ, so i dont play that You think that we buddy buddy like we go way back But yall ain't fro me so i ain't wave cap Yall can cut it out, i'll get the clippas Im not that guy, im not that n***a Be glad i ain't got a gun, or ever squeezed the trigga Cause them holes in your head would look photoshopped get the picture [Outro/Freestyle: Dennis Lee]