Free Da Real, Pt. 2

(альбом: RNB 3 - 2015)

My homie booked he said he going through some things right now
I tried to tell him hold his head don't let em bring you down
They used to love you man, the streets but they don't know you now
Plus his baby moms she tripping, she don't hold him down
She don't send no bread, it's fucking with his head
And he just got a letter said his lil brother dead
And every other week he getting visits from the feds
The stress is building up sometimes he wishing he was dead

State correction institution I just left a visit
Seen my nigga he stressed out, so I just saying listen
Been only down a couple years, he said the streets don't miss him
And he was just the man out there, he said he don't get it
Out of sight, out of mind, that's just it, bottom line
You see who fuck with you and who love you when you doing time
Said his homie snitched and signed his name up on that dotted line
Told them people everything, shed no tears and dropped the dime
Plus he just found out his lil bro got hit 11 times
Shot him in his face, all in his head right in front of they mom
All this shit is going down, he in a cell losing his mind
Ain't even won't mention all the shit about his baby moms
She don't send no bread, it's fucking with his head
And just the other day she said she moving with the kids
She found a different nigga, different city with some bread
Said they moving to his crib, she left my nigga sick

My homie booked he said he going through some things right now
I tried to tell him hold his head don't let em bring you down
They used to love you man, the streets but they don't know you now
Plus his baby moms she tripping, she don't hold him down
She don't send no bread, it's fucking with his head
And he just got a letter said his lil brother dead
And every other week he getting visits from the feds
The stress is building up sometimes he wishing he was dead

I told my nigga hold his head, it's cool yeah he gon make it
5 times a day, so lock em and just keep on praying
He waiting on that appeal, I told him just be patient
Everything don't happen overnight bro I'm just saying
My dog stressing everyday he wake up
Cause the feds steady tryna build a case up
He was flipping bricks and getting to that paper
But had to smoke a nigga cause he tried to take some
A nigga tried to rob his mans for a couple bands
It's crazy his mans the one who took the stand
And got my nigga life inside the fucking can
When he did that shit just for him and I don't understand

My homie booked he said he going through some things right now
I tried to tell him hold his head don't let em bring you down
They used to love him in the streets but they don't know him now
Plus his baby moms she tripping, she don't hold him down
She don't send no bread and it's fucking with his head
And he just got a letter said his lil brother dead
Just the other day he got some visits from the feds
Stress is building up sometimes he wishing he was dead