My nigga, miss my nigga

Upstate with my dawg walk in the yard

We was smoking on kite

Just got my green shit I'm on my way home

I'm thinking like damn cause my niggas got life

Nothing I can say that's gonna make it feel right

Y'all don't understand me and bro we was tight

Same jail, couple years, different case different bed

Shit we use to eat chi chi every other night

He was my spacebar, every tournament

Putting macs on on like we was born to win

Playing chess to catch a wreck we going in

Jail ways death boys and they grown men

But I'm home now & he ain't neva coming home

& every other month it's a letter coming home

Like rock when I hear you on top

It's gone fuck they head up when they find out when I'm coming home

Mane that shit hurt my heart

Cause I know he forreal

Waiting on that appeal

He was only 18 they gave my nigga will

He ain't gone get to live to see a green sheet

He ain't gone make it back out to the streets

But the crazy part about it, he ain't gonna get to hear this cd

Shit fucked up nigga

This some real fucked up niggaa

On some real shit I

If I rule the world you know you would be out here monster nigga

Fucking these hoes & rocking these shows

Getting this money you already know

Driving these foreigns& smoking this dope

Free my nigga I wish he can come home damn

Free my niggas

Free the whole upstate