(Reid, run it back)
Lawyer money wasted, bond money wasted
Folks goin' back and forth to jail on new cases
I'm tryna do what I can for 'em, all my brothers' faces
My brother need me, I need them to see me make it and I hear about it
I be with them niggas that take advantage if you show fear around 'em
Them ain't your brothers if you can't grieve or drop a tear around 'em
I know some real killers' soft side, I been around 'em
Free them niggas locked up
He like my mama son, he like blood
Free them niggas locked up
He ain't dangerous, he like us
Broski book smart
You know him for killin' killers, he got a good heart
(Broski book smart)
(You know him for killin' killers, he got a good heart)
Forget about the killin' days
We turned the violence down, we doin' giveaways
Some GDs, some Stones, some still are Treys
I know a nigga that shot a nigga and he don't feel a way, it's crazy
Shit changin', everybody gatherin' with strangers
Free them ones that been gone for some decades and ages
Niggas off Cali, off Western, off Damen
Shorties lookin' up to us, the unity'll save 'em
Free them niggas locked up
He like my mama son, he like blood
Free them niggas locked up
He ain't dangerous, he like us
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