Free all my n*ggas,
Seven days a week, pick up, collect calls
Tell her "I'll see you again, my friend"
For my brothers, I'll get it all
Got tired of hoes and the snakes
Had to see n*gga's fake so I cut off the fake friends
I cannot trust a n*gga that put money over fam
N*gga I already made friends
I cannot cry no more tears
I been crying for years
So I come in with Ray-Bans
You gotta eat with the fam
Why you switch up on gang?
Wasn't part of the game plan
He do the crime, then he do the time
And all you could tell him was "stay ten"
I get the bag for my fam out the country
And tell them to call when they land

I been fighting my demons, it's Satan
Boxed in, my thoughts, I been caged in
I cannot feel my face, my eyes Asian
They on me, day-ones 'til the day ends
Conversations with God and it ain't mends
Load the chop, so we ready when they spin
And I done took so many losses
That I will forever take wins
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Oh really, really? Bro turn his brain to spaghetti-etti
, but I still got the devil in me (Mm-mm-mm)
And n*ggas talking down on gang,
they ain't never met me (Mm-mm-mm)
Brodie gon' run down
with a little Smith and Wesson (Mm-mm-mm)

I gotta ride with the slatts, keep me a Mac, I cannot lose
Brodie got stuck in the can, took it like a man, he
Remember the days he had nun',
not even clothes, not even shoes
He cannot lose, everything we been through

I got a choppa, lil bitch,
my lil bro gon' shoot with the rockets and shit
He gon shoot with that heart and go 13 for 6
We apply pressure, we send him to
Don't like social media, I'm not in the mix
Don't fuck with the follows, the oppers and shit
I see that the ops, they been liking my pics
Tell them stop hating, need to get off my dick

(Verse 2)
I can't fuck with the fakin', opposite
If you ain't part of the gang, you ain't popping shit
, down on some hotter shit
Now you wanna be part of accomplishments
Tell them n*ggas "sorry, no, no"
I got a Glock, I put it on
I got it strapped in the four door
She wanna fuck, she a lil thot
She wanna take that lil photo
Wanna get n*gga low, that's a low low
Wanna be my lil bae, she a hoe though
And I heard his music, that's a no-no
Got two n*ggas strapped in the four door
Tryna play with the gang, that's a no-no
Fuck around with the gang til your soul gone
Make them disappear like magic, woah, woah (Yeah)
(Outro)
Free all my n*ggas, locked behind a wall
Seven days a week, pick up, collect calls
Tell her "I'll see you again, my friend"
For my brothers, I'll get it all
Got tired of hoes and the snakes
Had to see n*gga's fake so I cut off the fake friends
I cannot trust a n*gga that put money over fam
N*gga I already made friends
I cannot cry no more tears, I been crying for years,
so I come in with Ray-Bans
You gotta eat with the fam
Why you switch up on gang wasn't part of the game plan
He do the crime, then he do the time
And all you could tell him was "stay ten"
I get the bag for my fam out the country
And tell them to call when they land