Free the Homies lyrics

by

YBN Lil Bro



[Intro]
(Ayy, talk to 'em, War)

[Verse]
My life get real life, ’cause it ain't no big homies
They find out you holdin' out, gon’ take that sh*t from you
I ain't the youngest, my lil' n*ggas thuggin', comin' for the money
Blood on this sh*t, hell yeah, kill 'em every summer
Used to get in trouble, how I knew this sh*t was gon' be for me?
Locked down, I ain't even wanna kick it with my brothers
Look at me now, I ain’t calmed down, sh*t could’ve been worse
I know God real, I know a bunch of n*ggas who be murderers
Streets turned me out, no doubt, certain sh*t cursed me
I keep poppin' pills, I gеt high as hell, give me a 30
Opps bе soft as hell, send me threats, I ain’t even worry
Your b*tch loose as hell, she gave me head and I ain't even know her
Hard for me to tell is you with me or just for the moment?
Waitin' for me to fail, hell yeah, I'm already knowin’
Crackin' down, I never will, they sick as hell I got this sh*t goin'
Got some n*ggas dead who ain't comin' back, that's why I be so onery
Talkin' to myself, I don't care, I go through the motions
Callin' home from jail, raisin' hell, like, "Free all of the homies"
Sign told me this sh*t make-believe, that's when I lost brodie
I know n*ggas gon' forever hate on me, I be out blowin' sh*t
Where the real gutter b*tches? We need more of them
Make 'em line n*ggas up before I go all in
I ain't never fallin' back until they all dead
You call for help, f*ck I look like puttin' a call in?
My n*gga Dez gon' come regardless on some big dog sh*t
You ain't strapped, I wouldn't even wanna get in the car with him
Shot somethin', yeah, I spike somethin' like I'm bartending
You would die 'round fishbowl, that's why every car tinted
This sh*t for my gang, love my n*ggas goin' all the way
Sorry for the wait, out here chasin' paper, steady dodgin' jakes
Life real crazy
Been this way since I was a baby
Still gon' take this sh*t to the grave with me
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