Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Free Merey’ by 42 Dugg. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 42 Dugg or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
(TayTay made the beat)
Money gon’ hurt you, how you don’t feel me
Niggas talkin’ crazy, boy, I swear that shit kill me
Hold you down forever
As long as you real, we gon’ always be together
Label tryna tell me to switch my style
Say I’m in the hood too much and I’m too wild
Long as y’all get yours, I’ma get mine
Old lawyer takin’, say I probably gotta sit down
Gotti just called, they freed my dawg
When shit ain’t going right, wish it was me and not y’all
F*ck paying the lawyer, bro, I wanna come get you
Wish you had a bond, you know money ain’t the issue (the issue)
And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still
Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still
Swear to God, bro, I wish that I could come get you
All those people ’round really ain’t my niggas
And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still
Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still
Still doing work for my son
Still in my bag, still on my own
Merey just wrote me, doggy bone, you got it
Keep making us proud or all of this shit don’t matter
I’ma hold it down, still write my letters
Bitch come around, must’ve seen my Patek
Still selling to the addict, used to be the way I eat
Send a Wocky to my dad, say he been having problems sleepin’
Keep my music to myself, really don’t wanna do no features
I can’t wait ’til I see you, fill in on what’s happenin’
Niggas hating on me, prolly mad that I’m a rapper
I had to check the luggage, can’t be traveling, too much baggage
I thought niggas was happy, real talk, I seen it all
RIP to Reecee, you the one I see in all us
And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still
Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still
Swear to God, bro, I wish that I could come get you
All those people ’round really ain’t my niggas
And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still
Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still
Still doing work for my son
Still in my bag, still on my own
And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still
Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still
Swear to God, bro, I wish that I could come get you
All those people ’round really ain’t my niggas
And, yeah, a nigga still doing wrong, still
Yeah, I still pick up the phone, still
Still doing work for my son
Still in my bag