[Intro]

Free all the guys man

All my jail niggas

You get me bro

When I made this the mandem said I should make this the intro

So I'ma do this, you get me?

Come on

Pain

True stories

[Verse]

Yo, my pops hit me five years in

I was gonna air him

Surah Al-Baqarah, "Be kind to your Parents"

I made lemonade because life gave me lemons

Waist deep like Tyrese, akh, I got my heart than Kevin

On the wing, I was the biggest dealer

My bro's went home but they never free'd me cuz'

On the same bird, like I'm taking long with the re-up

Niggas selling litres, now the whip three litres

My chick stayed the whole journey

Glad I bagged her like a Hermes

I told her "bounce", she never went, she's certi

Me? I stood up like a man and took that thirteen

Yeah, my heart clean but my money's dirty

And friends, most only their for the good parts

Switched on like I pushed start

Every Friday I'm up in Jumu'ah

Gifted, street smart and book smart

Salaam, you know and you don't know, it's Sunnah

Kicked in the door, man I got jammed at my nannies

I'm so embarrassed, I can't go see my granny

It's mad G, wallahi, I used to love bro

'Til he made his barrister do man cut throat

It was fun beefing Pembury back in '07

But it's sad to see Caker doing twenty seven

My bro Jumz got thirty and he still smiles

Mad love for that nigga, he needs a retrial

Killz got thirteen, Keke got twelve

And my brother Aldi just done a ten stretch

Had Mikey wait over tariff

Fifteen years in the bin, man, free Aaron

And Shamz been in jail since I was eight

And Warren got sixteen for some weight

We love the roads and they don't love us back

And Kev got a twelve for the Mark Duggan mash

Ah, proof and use, got IPP

And Dennis is doing nineteen

My bro Itchy got eleven

And Ziggs got fourteen, he's doing seven

They locked down all the Upper Clapton real G's

And Spring Femz is doing fifteen

And the block ain't the same, fam, when I call it

Rz got a ten and they shipped him out to Portland

Pienne Helms is home, and Marky too

And Insha'Allah Snap's home soon

And free B, free Wicks

Free H, Free Rowdy, free D Kidd

How can I forget Mousseline and Nas

Yanky and Tippa, and free Star

All my jail niggas trapped behind them bars

Allah make easy for us, Insha'Allah

A couple months, Frogzy stepping on the roads

And I'm glad Has got his parole

Sitting in them cells all alone

My brudda, I can tell you how it goes

[Outro]

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