Free tay Pt. 2 - Gp_drelo

Yeah, free my niggas Free all my niggas Yeah Free Da Real Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah Woo Free my nigga Will Naville Free my nigga Milly, free my nigga Lean, yeah 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 and 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 Five 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 dawg stressing everyday he wake up (wake up) 'Cause the feds steady tryna build a case up (tryna build a case up) He was flipping bricks and gettin' to that paper But had to smoke a nigga 'cause he tried to take some (tried to take some) A nigga tried to rob his mans for a couple bands (couple bands) It's crazy 'cause 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, yeah And he just got a letter said his lil' brother dead, yeah Just the other day he got some visits from the feds, yeah Stress is building up sometimes he wishing he was dead, yeah (yeah) Free Da Real, free Da Real Free Da Real This one is for all the realest niggas in the freeze, nigga Oh yeah, yeah

Free them boys, free them boys forever (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up) My lil' brother like eight now, see 10 Mile Got one-fifty on 8 Mile My dirtbike's on 10 Mile, no friends now Problems, I don't let them kill me Clap one time if y'all feel me (bitch) Clap one time if y'all hear me (bitch) Clap one time, you filthy (rich) Bag touched down at sixty Back on the high with a 'conda Bitch, watch me climb from the bottom I'on't wanna fuck, I'm fucked up Ayy, if you ain't fucked them, you fucked us Five hundred thousand made off YouTube Whole gang get a chain, on 42 Man, them youngins with a name, gon' blow too I can't wait 'til Armand graduate school I keep tellin' Quez, "Nigga, you don't want it like me" "Want a Trackhawk? Get you one like me" I been missin' Lou since 2019 '21 coupe, this is not a '19 And life been crazy, I ain't seen my baby Sendin' her money, bitch, prolly still hatin' Mama, I miss you, sittin' here with these pictures Gettin' far from rap, gettin' closer to the kitchen Still fuck these niggas, all about my gang Still on Dugg, gon' be hard for me to change "I'on't fuck with Dugg, " nigga, know that shit was lame Ain't gon' speak about it though Can tell she been fuckin', by them sneakers by the door I ain't thinkin' about a ho, got the bag and the cash 'Cept my bud, thirty-eight for the grass 'Cept my Bloods, whole team full of rats Better have a camera, nigga, talkin' 'bout pressin' These hoes messy, can't trust shit, I fuck a bitch bestie Still on the six-five, down to the seven Big ass crib, me and Don used to get it Fuck around and lose service, I ain't chillin', I'm servin' Steady sippin' on syrup, reason I move slow Put that on my son, fentanyl, then I go Feel off twice, got back off dope Denim doin' life, can't wait 'til he come home Niggas ain't with me, do this shit on my own Correct me if I'm wrong but it's fuck niggas Cuz came home haste, he was was up with 'em RIC happy I made it, I can tell Skinny back home from a L Still free Nell, still free Merey When they're hatin', I love it My uncle, nigga, and my brothers We made it, bitch, used to struggle Now it's fuck, now whenever that bag touch Shoot for every day, for like nine months I'm grateful, doggy, I ain't had nothin' Put all out, I won't have nothin' This Louis here and these Mike's Them thirty pointers on my whites She fuck good but I'm scared Maybe 'cause I still remember Paris That was our bitch, now she theirs I ain't trippin' on shit though, she a big ho Ride '21 Track' with the tint on Y'all the type of niggas I shit on Still Big 4's, free them boys