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Rio Da Yung OG

Letter To The Other Side

 

Letter To The Other Side


Ayy, them niggas talking 'bout calm down, I'm like, "Fuck that"
Sixty months or tell us what you know, shit, where my cuffs at?
Hid an ounce of dog by my balls, that's a nutsack
Ounce of hard in your bitch ass, call that buttcrack
Surrendered in the spring, drunk every brand of lean but Act'
Still got a pint at dukes' crib, she better not touch that
He buying drank out a baby bottle, I wouldn't trust that
Okay, it's time to wrap these pounds up, I had enough of rap
It's the end of September, I got a crop coming
Fuck the lollygagging, I would never stop hustling
Most of these rap niggas is my sons, they need to stop cussing
Ball my hands up before I shoot, I'm tryna drop something
Ayy, I'm tryna drop one
I don't think you niggas get it, though
And hell nah, that bitch baby ain't mine, but I hit it, though
You flew some bitches out of town on Spirit? Where your spirit go?
I'm the same nigga from them videos
That same dirty-looking nigga in expensive clothes
Spent like eighty thousand on my girl, but I don't trick with hoes
I be making bitches straddle home and you be licking toes
I'll be back, I got a couple months left
The regular Cookie gone, all I got is Runtz left
Riding with the rifle on my lap, we don't trunk lift
Palace filled with fake cases of Wock', I need a forklift
This my letter from the other side
I'm doing great, I just sit and watch the money pile
Last time you seen me in the O, I made a hundred thou'
Off doing shows and features, but I label that a turnaround
Been in the feds for nine months and made a half a ticket
That's not a lot, but where I'm from, shit, that's like thirty million
Did so many features in the D, it caused the Great Depression
Prison taught me never trust a soul and that's the greatest lesson
He done fucked the pape' up, I see gray, he stressing
'Fore I used to reup on the dope, I let my auntie test it
Knew this shit was good, she took a hit and asked me eighty questions
Anyway, I'll be home soon to come save y'all niggas

Nigga
This my letter from the other side
Yeah
Superman'll be home in a minute, man

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