#OnlyTimeWillTell #FREEDUER

Lyrics:

Niggaz hatin' what we do
see the gun shots, hear the bass wen we slidin' thru
talking big guns whatchu tryna prove ?
don't fuck wit either side, whatchu tryna do?

Big Toke, had dem niggaz bussin off dat crystal
bitch no, neva hesitate to let dat shit go
she aint bringin money let dat bitch go
lil bro, yea he got potential wit dis pistol

Niggaz hatin' what we do
see the gun shots, hear the bass wen we slidin' thru
talking big guns whatchu tryna prove ?
don't fuck wit either side, whatchu tryna do?

Run in, all up in yo spot got the gate pin
pacin, in dis lil bucket we aint racin 
why dese niggaz die for a hoe
why you lie to yo bro?
now yo time comin short

(aye aye)

got caught in bad timin, grab his pole
before u hear da sirens my nigga its case closed
run up onna nigga wit homie da bets low
niggaz rap but the best show 
he get hit in the range rove

You a trick, nigga she slid me the info
you a bitch, no wonder she aint even hangin on

shit it is what it is
niggaz tryna get it how I live
gunshot paint em in his crib
give em rain, take a piss

Niggaz hatin' what we do
see the gun shots, hear the bass wen we slidin' thru
talking big guns whatchu tryna prove ?
don't fuck wit either side, whatchu tryna do?

Big Toke, had dem niggaz bussin off dat crystal
bitch no, neva hesitate to let dat shit go
she aint bringin money let dat bitch go
lil bro, yea he got potential wit dis pistol

Turn em on mute, why dese niggaz speak?
you robbin lil niggaz how is u a G?
niggaz always postin what they finna be
He ride a wave swimmin far but he finna sink

Aim low, bitch I really die for dese pesos
bankrolls, slidin on dem niggaz wit da bass low
hear da gunshots cuz I aim close
& nigga free duer till da case close

Niggaz hatin' what we do
see the gun shots, hear the bass wen we slidin' thru
talking big guns whatchu tryna prove ?
don't fuck wit either side, whatchu tryna do?

Big Toke, had dem niggaz bussin off dat crystal
bitch no, neva hesitate to let dat shit go
she aint bringin money let dat bitch go
lil bro, yea he got potential wit dis pistol

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Jacob Tree // Queer alt-pop rooted in the South.
I write, and edit everything myself — from lyrics to final mix. My songs start as journal entries, turn into voice memos, and end as emotional songs.
I don’t play instruments, but I use my voice and software to build sonic memory-scapes.

I make music for the ones who cry in their cars and still show up for work.
Raised in the South, shaped by heartbreak, healing, and holy chaos.

Old Fleetwood

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