[Intro]

Yay yay yay free all the jails yeah

Yeah free all the jails yeah

You know they innocent yeah

And long live the guys

And long live the guys

We ain't never squashing beef nigga

We want all heads

We fill the clip up with bald heads

Shit real

[Verse 1]

They killed my nigga FR

That shit got for real about em

Brodie turnt his savage up he went And did a drill about him

2 3 in the projects smoking 4.0

Forty in his hand

Smoking two 20s that's ya man

Nigga you don't understand

When you lose ya homie

You never get em back

I was up next in the streets

My dawg called me

Told me I'm next

He said get up in the stu

I'm busy somewhere in the streets

My bitch call me everyday

She tryna make sure I eat

I can't eat and I can't sleep

Man I'm tryna load the clip up

Young nigga stuck up in the streets

I Had to get up

My dawg he couldn't get up

Man that shit made me go spit up

I was really in them trenches uh

Sliding with them poles uh

Tryna catch a opp

I'm tryna knock off his nose shit

I'm tryna knock off his head shit

And my dawg he dead

Can't believe it

And my dawg he dead

So you know what that mean

Nigga can you tell me

What you mean

I don't really understand

Never had a plan

And ya dawg got whacked

I know you wondering like Stevie

Straight up out the gutter

But you can look me up

I'm on tv

Nigga you can google me

Dot com me uh

Shawty on my dick

She tryna time me

I'm banging like I'm Bronny

I'm hanging with Lil Feek

He kinda Slimey

He super slimy nigga

Shit watch ya back uh

Brodie got his gat

And it's in the Backpack

And he moving pack

He selling crack

Goofy opps getting whacked

Fucking hoes don't get attached

Don't think that you gone stay with Me

I'm big Saiglizz man

Don't think that You gone play with me

After I get this nut off

Don't think that

You gone stay with me

I bossed up niggas tryna cross us

Feeling like I'm Chris Paul I'm Throwing dimes

Had to get that work off

Nigga had to work out

Make a nigga work out

Nigga had to run young niggas had to Work out

Nigga died on Sunday and he bought The whole church out

Shit and they grieving

They killed my dawgs yea now I'm Grieving

They said my dawg dead I couldn't Believe it, I couldn't believe it yuh

[Verse 2]

Lil Ranger why it had to be you man You was lil Brodie running round wit Lil wodie nigga You was little Brodie

You was too small with that big ass Gun yea make the tallest nigga in the Room fucking Run

Look what you done nigga now we Out here mobbing

Niggas say they smoking you now we Out here sliding

Man we tryna get our lick back shit

I'm smoking whatshisname my dawg asking me can he hit that

ShitYou can hit that nigga

Nigga in my views tryna get his bitch Back nigga

Man stop watching

These niggas steady plotting

The judge want Zeem to sit in that Cell for that body till he turn rotten

Nigga I can't feel that (shit uh)

I then been through so much pain

I Won't heal back

Nigga I won't heal back shit

I been through so much pain

Man I bet I won't heal back

Yea free the guys doing time

And Rest In Peace to the ones who Put they life on line yea

You gotta peep them signs yea

You gotta peep them signs

Death right Around the corner and i Feel like that it's chasing

Lil Ranger in my dreams and he said Hell got faith in me

[Outro]

Imma keep it going just for you Brodie

Imma keep it going just for you Brodie

Long live the guys yea yea yea

That's all a nigga can say

That's all a nigga can say

If you love ya nigga

Man you better pray for him

You better pray for him