"Letter 2 You" lyrics

"Letter 2 You"

I still got the hole in my chest
Since the first day that you told me right it out and went left
I swear
I still got the hole in my chest
Dreaming about what I could be but I'm so stuck like the rest
Constantly overwhelmed lighting blunts for the stress
Tryna live in peace but I still come in the mess
You can't tell me what to do you ain't even coming in next
Y'all can't tell me nothing, I'm like a bullet proof vest

I'm just tryna hug my momma tight and tell her I did it
I'm just tryna feel her life up with these diamonds and millions
When I was small my momma cooked but I'm now handling the chicken
It's kinda hard to slow down we on the road to the riches I swear

Always had to work playing the confidence
I just never had the money and accomplishments
I never thought about all the things until the consequences
We was running all these fades hoppin' all the fences
It's like they leave you with nothing with no pot to piss in
My daddy struggled with bills ain't have no house to sit in
I swear I wanted more than y'all dog I need to get it
I swear I need it more than y'all dog I need to get it

Man all these drugs up in my brain they got me spinnin'
So many L's up in my life pray to God that we winning

They done knocked me down so many times and seen my fall
When I was down they asked for help but ain't nobody call
When you get your chance go get it bro don't lose the ball
I had to learn the hard way before I got to crawl

Momma shed and we ain't had no Christmas
Always all up in my case bro that's not your business
I swear to God I really tried and he know he my witness
I was tryna freeze my neck tryna get the sickness


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