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Letter to Myself

 

Letter to Myself

(الألبوم: On My Momma 2 - 2019)


This is Jay P Bangz

I was in my grandma Lincoln every morning
Lost my nigga, this street shit start getting boring
My lil' brother wanna pull up in a foreign
So I got money, and I went bought every foreign
If I ever see an opp, you know I'm scoring
Remember late nights on that block until the morning
Ain't nobody like you, baby, you so gorgeous
You so special, had to put you in this chorus

Nigga low-key sick right now, voice fucked up
Yeah

I can't lie, the street shit drove me crazy
I know I can't let these problems faze me
Shout out to the niggas tryna take me
One up top and know this glizzy got no safety
Save me, save me
I been praying that the Lord save me
And I thought the love was real but they been faking
Spent all my money on my niggas, now they hate me

I was in my grandma Lincoln every morning
Lost my nigga, this street shit start getting boring
My lil' brother wanna pull up in a foreign
So I got money, and I went bought every foreign
If I ever see an opp, you know I'm scoring
Remember late nights on that block until the morning
Ain't nobody like you, baby, you so gorgeous
You so special, had to put you in this chorus

Yeah, I know I'm all I got but you was all I had
Ain't nobody gon' come around when you start doing bad
I was fighting anxiety, where you was at?
I was fighting depression, where you was at?
Now I gotta run it up on these niggas
Your baby mama play my song and turn it up on these niggas
She say she love a real nigga, ain't nothing like these niggas
And just for looking at me wrong, I might bust at a nigga
I can't trust any of these niggas and I know that now
RBE, that's the gang, I had to hold that down
Get to sliding with that chopper and they like what's that sound
He was speaking on my name, I had to knock him down

I was in my grandma Lincoln every morning
Lost my nigga, this street shit start getting boring
My lil' brother wanna pull up in a foreign
So I got money, and I went bought every foreign
If I ever see an opp, you know I'm scoring
Remember late nights on that block until the morning
Ain't nobody like you, baby, you so gorgeous
You so special, had to put you in this chorus

You so special, had to put you in this chorus
You so special, had to put you in this chorus

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