paroles de chanson Filthy Free - Potter Payper
It
broke
my
heart
when
I
found
out
Kevin
passed
I
went
in
my
cell
and
I
prayed
about
ten
rakat
When
they
killed
Reece
(RXR)
I
cried
for
whole
weeks
Trapped
in
my
cell
again
and
I
felt
like
I
couldn′t
breathe
And
I
ain't
comin′
home
for
a
thousand
suttin'
sleeps
Between
guns,
knives
and
judges
I
keep
losin'
all
my
G′s
Give
me
space,
let
me
grieve,
shit
Give
me
space,
let
me
breathe
′cah
I
smile
rarely
I
keep
a
pound
under
my
pillow
like
the
tooth
fairy
Who
can
I
trust?
Not
him
or
you
clearly
'Cah
I′m
talkin',
Old
Bailey
Fightin′
for
your
life
in
a
suit
scary,
shit
Got
me
thinkin'
′bout
my
young
hitter
Eyez
And
Eyez
didn't
do
it
but
they
still
gave
him
life
And
Tiny
Jumbo,
he
was
wrong
place,
wrong
time
When
I
think
about
their
mothers,
brings
tears
to
my
eyes
'Cah
where
I′m
from
your
day
ones′ll
hate
you
on
the
slight
Just
'cause
you′re
doin'
better
but
you′d
love
me
if
I
died
Put
my
picture
and
never
ride,
man,
I've
seen
it
before
Gettin′
liquored
'til
three
in
the
morn'
And
why
this
gang′s
still
the
street
to
my
core
I
got
pain
embedded
deep
in
my
thoughts
I
say
the
richer
the
man,
the
cheaper
the
talk
Still,
I′m
grateful
nowadays
it
ain't
as
peak
as
before
When
I
was
homeless
and
sick
he′d
let
me
sleep
on
his
floor
Nanny
loves
me
even
though
I
bring
beef
to
the
door
So
much
police
to
the
door
Shit,
it's
cold
in
these
streets
in
my
Canada
Grey
Goose
I
got
coke
on
the
streets
like
Pablo
and
Jesus
I
said
if
we′re
rich,
if
we're
poor
now,
I
just
gotta
make
do
Five
in
the
trey
deuce,
blacked
out
like
Wayne
Bruce
I
find
it
funny
that
everybody′s
so
friendly
When
I
was
banged
up
all
my
teens,
most
of
my
twenties
And
man
were
sayin'
free
me
but
never
sent
me
a
penny
Ten
toes
in
the
mud,
no
dwellies,
I
got
some
Fendi
Like,
are
you
a
gangster
rapper
or
you
just
rapping
gangster?
'Cah
if
you
ask
me,
I
think
all
these
rappers
are
jezzies
They′re
dick
ridin′
and
pic
likin',
I
sit
silent
I
been
fist
fightin′,
big
knifin'
and
spliff
lightin′
Like,
my
wrist
shinin',
big
diamonds,
still
twin
9 him
Ching
olders,
I
ching
minors,
I′m
sick
minded
Man'll
use
you
when
they
need
you,
that
fake
love'll
confuse
you
In
real
life
but
gangsters
when
they′re
on
YouTube
I
got
lifers
on
my
set,
doin′
numbers
like
Sudoku
I
said
dua'a
in
my
cell,
I
buss
it
with
no
voodoo
My
spinners,
it
hold
six,
my
block
does
whole
bricks
My
bitch
got
her
own
tits
and
her
body′s
like
'oh
shits′
Amiri's
with
no
rips,
this
splash,
it′s
no
drip
I
fell
in
love
with
the
block
and
I
never
went
home
since
Real
gangsters
don't
snitch
lookin'
death
in
the
face
Welcome
to
London
city,
it′s
a
treacherous
place
Everybody
lost
someone
they
can
never
replace
And
a
coffin
or
a
cell
is
only
seconds
away
Feds
stopped
me
and
they
search
me
And
they′re
checkin'
my
name
And
if
they
find
what′s
in
my
balls,
that's
a
ten
or
a
eight
Plus
a
recall
with
a
guilty
plea
I′d
rather
that
than
let
them
kill
the
G
In
the
mornin',
light
my
spliff
up
with
a
milky
tea
I
ain′t
filthy
rich
but
I'm
filthy
free
Early
mornin'
with
a
milky
tea
′Cah
I
ain′t
filthy
rich
but
I'm
filthy
free
like
It
broke
my
heart
when
I
found
out
Kevin
passed
I
went
back
to
my
cell
and
prayed
about
ten
rakat
When
they
killed
Reece
I
cried
for
whole
weeks
Trapped
in
my
cell
again
and
I
felt
like
I
couldn′t
breathe
RXR
It
broke
my
heart
when
I
found
out
Kevin
passed
I
went
back
to
my
cell
and
prayed
about
ten
rakat
When
they
killed
Reece
I
cried
for
whole
weeks
Trapped
in
my
cell
again
and
I
felt
like
I
couldn't
breathe
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