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Free my brother, lawyers wouldn’t pick his case up
I can't talk about no murders through no iMessage
The only glass I wanna look through is Pyrex
You **** sweet, **** pussy, **** diabetic
**** swimming round the beef, well I'ma dive in it
I come in the club, you feel the heat, I brought the fire in it
I hit a opp, wood feel like it’s a pint in it
You **** is not hood, never seen you riding in it
I’m tryna make it out, these **** want me slangin' heat
I lost my brother, why the fuck would I live for the streets?
My time will come when I have the whole world against me
We had it hard, I finally made a way for my family to eat
Do it for the hood, them youngins love the life that I'm living
Foreign car, diamond chain, like all the pressure we getting
Screamin' fuck them broke days, I want them racks to the ceiling
Play with me, it's gon' be way more killings than the pandemic
I got my mind on these millions, I'm focused on these riches, dawg
I got the hood on my back, I can't afford to slip and fall
This one for my dawgs when they call, they behind the wall
Wanna see you shine, you my dawg, I'm gon' pass the ball
Ay, ay, who I'm 'posed to call when I'm the one that they gon' call on?
I gotta think 'bout more than me, can't let us all down
I just be tryna see everybody eat because we all around
This rap gave me a purpose, we was lost but now we all found
Ay, if you broke I'm fixing damage
And sometimes it gets hard to manage
Ay, my brother twenty, serving seventeen before he sleep
He start a family, I make sure I send him pictures on a tablet
Free my brother, lawyers wouldn’t pick his case up
I can't talk about no murders through no iMessage
The only glass I wanna look through is Pyrex
You **** sweet, **** pussy, **** diabetic
**** swimming round the beef, well I'ma dive in it
I come in the club, you feel the heat, I brought the fire in it
I hit a opp, wood feel like it’s a pint in it
You **** is not hood, never seen you riding in it
I’m tryna make it out, these **** want me slangin' heat
I lost my brother, why the fuck would I live for the streets?
My time will come when I have the whole world against me
We had it hard, I finally made a way for my family to eat
Do it for the hood, them youngins love the life that I'm living
Foreign car, diamond chain, like all the pressure we getting
Screamin' fuck them broke days, I want them racks to the ceiling
Play with me, it's gon' be way more killings than the pandemic
Written by: Christian Browne, Jaden Howell, Joshua Joseph, Raheem Rutty
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