Free Tory

[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 Ike 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 Jae, 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, Shawty K, 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