Free Killa & R.o

(Yo, Marley, you made this?)

I can't let 'em slime me, gotta play 'em close
Know I got the squad, free Killa and R.O.
We don't fuck with opps, I'm stickin' to my oath
I feel the realest when I get some time to kick it with my folks

They know SMB, 55 the army
Who'd've thought some shit my niggas did bring 50 years of karma?
Even though I got a demon side, I still show 'em my charm
We hear gunshots in our hood, we know them bitches like alarms

If you niggas never heard, heartbreak, it wake you out your sleep
It's some shit you gotta sacrifice to make it out the streets
We can go another 50 years, it still won't be no peace
We do slides just like a Ferris wheel, been spinnin' for some weeks

Brodie hit the bounty, say he beat up on his cellmate
When I pick up my phone, I hear Securus or hear Telmate
I don't weigh my options, only go off what the scale say
I know all my niggas hold it down until they bail made

Knowin' that my niggas gone, it still don't be the same
It be hard to try and go and learn to live with all this pain
I'ma be the one that save the hood, I put that on my grave
I'd hate to be a sucker nigga gettin' too much praise

I can't say it's easy, made this shit look easy
We come through in Ghosts or we do Lamborghinis
I get the bag, I mean it, know it's hard to reach me
Only now when I go meet the plug, it's lobster and fettuccini

She say it's gon' cost me for the drop
Puttin' niggas down, we been makin' coffins for the opps
When we catch him out, smoke him like a cig, the Camel loose
Only niggas that's gon' shoot in y'all hood is Channel 2

Or is it Channel 4?
Any nigga throw that number, then he gotta go
I'll never leave my brothers, put that on my soul
If you ain't tryna hop up in them strikers, then just play your role

Told my niggas if we tryna grow, we can't be cancers
I be askin' God to get my niggas back, they can't be stranded
We know the circumstances that we in, we know we can't be prancin'
I won't hesitate to empty clip, I know I can't be jammin'

Knowin' that my niggas gone, it still don't be the same
It be hard to try and go and learn to live with all this pain
I'ma be the one that save the hood, I put that on my grave
I'd hate to be a sucker nigga gettin' too much praise

I can't say it's easy, made this shit look easy
We come through in Ghosts or we do Lamborghinis
I get the bag, I mean it, know it's hard to reach me
Only now when I go meet the plug, it's lobster and fettuccini