Free J-Lo, free one time, free the CBD, free the Bonneville, free my Tennessee, free J-Money, free funny, free my crew, papa, free the TY, free my daddy, he gon' be alright, free gay boy life, free my nigga, I got homies in the grave, I got homies doin' right I'd rather be carried by six before I'm judged by twelve, but twelve before I tell, take a thirty-eight shell, I'd rather be carried by six before I'm judged by twelve, but twelve before I tell, I tell them crackers, burn it down I got homies in the grave, I got brothers in a pen, I got somethin' that's comin' home, I got somethin' that's goin' in, Try to go to visitation, but they wouldn't let me in, So our only conversation, writin' letters with a pen, Wanna see just how you doin', wanna know just how you been, Tell you who your bitch been screwin', checkin' on your mama and them, Hope you get a second chance with me now since elementary, Oh, one day we meet again, break you out this penitentiary Cause what's crackin', hope you straight, know you thuggin' like you should, Seen your mama yesterday, gave her money for your books, Different day, the same ***, nothin' changed on murder block, Couple homies hit a lick and got the other homies popped, They got shot up with a K, I got good and bad news, They say Red Joe gon' be straight, but slow grew and make it through, They hit Red Joe up with eight, only his slow grew with two, Wronged his time last year in May, crackhead junkie killed young dudes I seen your stupid baby mama, she still actin' like a thot, Always fightin', startin' drama, she be fuckin' with the opps, Ask her why she never write you, why she never help you out, She say you trippin', you don't listen and your temper always hot, But let me tell you about your daughter, yesterday she tried to walk, Every day she gettin' smarter, other day she tried to talk, You can't be there like her father and it's fuckin' with you mentally, Courted, brought a lawyer, got my bro a half a century I got niggas in the pen and I got niggas in the dirt, Pray to God to keep my faith, cause right now I'm losin' hope, So mama pray to the dope, put that faith in my words, I got homies in the grave, I got brothers in the pen, I got somethin' that's comin' home, I got somethin' that's goin' in, Try to go to visitation, but they wouldn't let me in, So our only conversation, writin' letters with a pen, Wanna see just how you doin', wanna know just how you been, Tell you who your bitch been screwin', checkin' on your mama and them, Hope you get a second chance, we been out since elementary, Hope one day we meet again, break you out just penitentiary, I know you worried bout me cause we ain't talkin' a minute, Don't think a nigga tryna know you, I'm just handlin' business, On my way here I was blowin' and they told a lieutenant, Word got back to the warden and they canceled my visit, I dropped 40 on a lawyer tryna reduce your sentence, He better than that court appointed, he gon' fight to appeal it, But you gotta stop trippin', I heard they caught you with a phone, And they threw you in a hole, you probably wonder how I know, I miss them days when we was mobbin', we was robbin' just for fun, If you was fightin', then we fightin', jump on me, no one on one, Remember clutchin' at the function, I got locked up with a gun, You went in every nigga pockets and got money for my bun, I know you really miss some streets, but you ain't really missin' none, I know this rap *** look real sweet, but my real life, it ain't no fun, Cause right now I'm losin' hope, So mama pray to the dope, put that faith in my words, I got homies in the grave, I got brothers in the pen, I got brothers in the pen, I got brothers in the pen, I got brothers in the pen, I got brothers in the pen, I don't put no buns, my doin' on probation, My lil' bro on the run, he think he on vacation, My pops back in the system, he just might die in prison, My mama's co-defended so she got locked up with him, he got snitched on by his own sister, she the eye witness, now every time I see my blood cousins, I don't even feel em', See what them drugs did til' my own cousins start actin' different, Cookin' drugs with my older brother, baking soda whippin', Serving drugs with my older brother til' he sniff it, I think my bro addicted, I tried to put my n***a on and then he ended up stealin', I caught that n***a stealin' crumbs when I was plottin' on millions, Believin' that before dishonor, Father God please forgive him, I pray to God cause if I see him, swear to God I'ma kill him, I got some change, my n****s change, I'm gettin' change, they think I'm rich, They want me locked up in a cage, I'm fightin' Rico just like Mitch, The only time I wear a suit and tie, Is at a funeral or a court room for trial, I'd rather be carried by six before I'm judged by twelve, Or twelve before I tell them take a 38 jet, I'd rather be carried by six before I'm judged by twelve, Or twelve before I tell them crackers burnin' hell, I got homies in a grave, I got brothers in a pen, I got some that's comin' home, I got some that's goin' in, Try to go to visitation, but they wouldn't let me in, So our only conversation, writin' letters with a pen, Wanna see just how you doin', wanna know just how you been, Tell you who your bitch been screwin', checkin' on your momma and them, Hope you get a second chance with me now since elementary, Or one day we meet again, break you out this penitentiary, Penitentiary