(Intro - Distorted 808s, police sirens faint, then cut by a match strike & a blunt inhale)
*Yeah... they got my dawg caged? Nah. Time to turn this zoo loose.
Gimme that .40 cal lullaby... this beat the getaway tune. Skrrt.*
(Verse 1 - Aggressive, chopped flow over trunk-rattling bass)
They locked the **king** down, threw **steel** on his **wrist**?
Bih, **watch** me turn **visitation** into a **hit list**.
My **teeth** ain't **pearls**, they **shivs** dipped in **honeycomb**,
Kiss the **CO** distracted, while my **plan** **breathin'** **chrome**.
**Nails** ain't **acrylic**, they **wire-cutters** shaped like **claws**,
Gonna **snip** that **fence** electric, ignore them **bullshit laws**.
My **mind's** the **blueprint**, the **whip** the **warhorse** **revved** and **ready**,
Gotta **crash** the **gates** of **Hell** itself, keep my **nigga** **steady**...
**Heartbeat** sync to the **judge's gavel**? **Nah.**
Sync to the **chopper** spittin' **lead**, make the **whole block** **craw**!
They think **paperwork** gon' hold him? **Please.** My **love letter's** **TEC-9 kisses**,
**Bail bondsman** sleepin' **deep** tonight, countin' his **misses**.
This **pussy** ain't just **power**, it's a **whole **distraction** **ploy**,
While my **real** **weapon** (my **squad** ridin' **blacked out**) **handle** the **ploy**.
(Chorus - Hook simple, repetitive, ANGRY delivery)
**Free my nigga! Period. Fuck the bail, fuck the time!
Gotta storm the walls like hurricane grime.
Ratchet metaphors? Bih, my life the punchline!
Watch me turn this prison yard to a blood red sign!
Free my nigga! Ain't no request, it's a plan!
Gonna bake that cake with a file in the pan!
Sexy? Deadly? Yeah, both in my hands!
Till he home smokin' loud, fuck the law, fuck the man!***
(Verse 2 - Faster flow, gritty imagery, unapologetic)
Wisdom? Street PhD in bustin' locks and silencin' alarms,
See the weak link guard smirkin'? Gon' end him in my arms...
Briefly. Karma's my co-defendant, writin' confessions in lead,
Feed his corrupt ass to the yard dogs, let 'em think he just fled.
Aura ain't light, it's pepper spray mixed with pure desire,
Burn the witness stand to cinders, watch the snitch catch fire.
Legs climbin' razor wire? Call 'em ladders wrapped in silk,
Leave DNA like calling cards, make the DA wilt.
Real? Bih, my tears etch concrete, my laugh cracks riot shields,
Wise? I know the backdoor codes them pig pens never revealed.
Hard? My resolve's diamond-tipped, drillin' through steel-reinforced lies,
Freein' my king ain't a crime, it's claimin' my damn prize.
Sexy? It's the "try me" glint while I'm loadin' the van,
The promise of paradise after this war plan.
Gotta move like shadow merged with Molotov light,
Bring my nigga home tonight, or die in the fight. Grrah!
(Chorus - Even more intense, ad-libs shouting)
Free my nigga! Period. Fuck the bail, fuck the time! (Fuck 'em!)
Gotta storm the walls like hurricane grime! (Storm dat shit!)
Ratchet metaphors? Bih, my life the punchline! (Punchin'!)
Watch me turn this prison yard to a blood red
