Fordson Labs - Free lyrics

[Verse One: The Cartier] One, two, three - cause you know I'm free White tee put ‘em in the lead Never going to catch and release these my dogs till I peace If you reach imma let em off the leash We a pack on the prowl till we back in the crowd So we back on the sound that we found in the ground now my Roots too deep (too deep - aye) So we float the Can*l lab coat tied down hit the wind and my Doves flew free Check back had to recoup from the jet lag Flight to long for my lid So I hit em with a chest pa** FL - finesse labs 1907 tell em welcome to the crib Where I live and I thrive never felt so alive Till I pull up on the beat Pause one time for my dawgs with they paws to the gods Cause we know that they ain't ever did wrong [Hook: Gracie Parrish] Lord though I love it it can be so bad Ain't no discussion you know I know that Lord though i love it it can be so bad - for you (x2) [Verse Two: King Cole] (Be prepared, don't lack, Mama!) I pull up skrrt in that ‘91 My pennies pinched and my windows up My pistons poppin' like Rip Wallace Ben Wallace when I kiss the cup Young blood I'm a pitbull no window shopping If I see it I want it I grab it I cop it I'm cutting the crown for the homies the Labs For the family the movement the future the past Uncle Marty you made me rich I put lab coat on my Christmas list I smack fools upside I ain't messin' wit Catch clowns in the street like I'm Billy the Kid I been building this clique, no one k**ing the kid Fordson Labs with the ring, no one disputing the win Sword of truth with the bars I keep it strapped at the hip Gotta whole fleet of doves and we coming on wing get it [Hook: Gracie Parrish] Lord though I love it it can be so bad Ain't no discussion you know I know that Lord though i love it it can be so bad - for you (x2) [Verse Three: The Cartier] One, two, three, write you a song I might write you a haiku Then jump on the beat then go off like the lights do Like Caillou I'm young - I'd need a million thumbs To count all the things that I've done You come from behind so It's real hard to front It's easy to say every day I'm a slave to the sun Wake up when it comes Then go to sleep when it runs In between I'm having fun Check off the box They ask if I'm living I'm living a lot Flip in the whip with my GPS set for the top As they all patiently wait for the drop I'm just out of reach Look at ‘em wait for the leak I'm headed straight for my peak Summer is coming and June 17 I be straight for the beach Straight for the beach, Blest!