Letter To You
(专辑: Life B4 Fame - 2018)
I'ma keep it real on this one nigga, ayy Quando Rondo nigga Talking 'bout me on the
internet, waiting for me to write back Got in my lane and caught some fame, he didn't like that This a
letter to him, I'ma tell him how I
feel Is it me or him like the
fact I
got a
record deal I
ain't never went out bad and that's on neighborhood crip How the
fuck you say you raised me and I
met you last year? I
told my partners to chill, boy you could've been killed Something deep down been telling me don't you cock back the
steel 'Cause I
got something to lose and you got something to prove Going live on FaceBook, flexing with all your tools The
only good advice you gave is take our pistol to school Visits on my rounds killing me or is it deja vu? 'Cause it's too good to be true, is you really gon' shoot? This a
song to the
fans but this a
letter to you How the
fuck I
bet your hand and you ain't never did shit for me Locked up, call Griffin, you couldn't send a
couple cents to me Drop down to my knees, lord do you hear me? It's a
dirty world, matter fact it's filthy Judge held a
grudge, I
swear to God that I'm not guilty My heart steady screaming out, lord please heal me If it really was some pressure why the
fuck you ain't gon' slide on me? Put my trust in DJ then that nigga testified on me Double back, come strapped with the
MAC That day he tried to put that fire on me No face, no case, I
emptied out that four five on me In the
city where I'm from, I
swear it's kill or be killed You gotta stay up on your pivot, anybody can get it Before I
walk up out the
door I
swear I'm tucking my steel Mama be praying every night because my city get wicked, yeah yeah In the
city where I'm from, I
swear it's kill or be killed You gotta stay up on your pivot, anybody can get it Before I
walk up out the
door I
swear I'm tucking my steel Mama be praying, 'cause she know that my city get wicked, yeah yeah Yeah yeah (speak them facts nigga) Yeah yeah (speak them facts nigga) Uh uh, Quando Rondo nigga (grrah)