Free Da Homie

(álbum: 1.5 - 2011)

Now you twenty-two, looking at a hundred years
Cause you ride like a couple, with a hundred gears
Like I told yeah, front line solider
I ride with four flats, as long as you be the motor
How I bring the bread as long as you bring the toaster
Drive-bys a must, as long as you be the chauffeur
Promise I'mma hold yeah, down like I'm s'posed to
Five years of fifty, but never your bit older
Your daughter getting straight A's, your son getting big
Wifey said she loved you, I was shopping for the kids man
Death before the sign, it ain't no thing but me
I ain't tripping, cause I know you do the same for me
Walk four whole blocks spitting, make it rain for me
If I die, [?] shot a whole lot of pain for me
I put the money on your books, I gave your lawyer that butter
I see your soul sincerely, it's your brother from another

I'm hood, I hope you can feel me when you at boy
Remember when them brim niggas banged out the hat boy
Remember when I said I always had your back boy
It was time to ride boy I was already strapped boy
We came through 17 sliding
Looking for them niggas that was threatening the squadron
I was out the passenger, you was glove driving
[?] pull up and I got 'em
No thanks needed, I'm just doing what I could bro
You good bro, I could put that on the hood bro
And I still keep the Romo's in the trunk cause
Real roasters ride, keep your [?] by he book clause
We was J and Pippin in the court
No apologies or regrets except getting caught
Whats a name had a baby, it fell off
I know you don't care, that's just something to jell off