Free Da Real Pt. 2

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 ma, she trippin', 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'm 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 Outta sight, outta 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 wanna 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 said 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 ma, she trippin', 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 5 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 dog stressin' everyday he wake up 'Cause the feds steady tryna build a case up He was flippin' bricks and getting to that paper But had to smoke a nigga cause he tried to take some A nigga tried to rob his man for a couple bands His crazy cousin man, 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 ma, she trippin', 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 Just the other day he got some visits from the feds The stress is building up, sometimes he wishing he was dead