"Letter To Fam" lyrics
Can you save me, mama? Save me, Nana
Miss the days of being a little boy in my pajama
Me and Boog was roaming the Eastside, causin' problems
While my daddy died from cancer
Ten years later, still be lookin' for answers
At war where I'm from, I'm known to spill blood
Talks with my bro, strap everywhere I go
If you really know, screwly was strapped before the buz
Tellin' my bros we ain't safe, know where we go
I'ma target won't go to the club
Nah I ain't scared, I'm just usin' my head
First nigga lookin' wrong in this bitch, I'ma buz
Still abusin' these drugs
Codeine inside my cup
Off xanxs hope I don't wake up
Tired of pain, I had enough
Nobody just don't give a fuck
If I die right now, they would
About time blew back if I could
Pray for forgiveness for shit that I've done
I gotta stay with my gun
Remember them days, runnin' 'round the neighborhood
Playin' cops and robbin' for fun
Gypsies just watchin' the clock
While you're doing this time, I wish my bro had a bond
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders
Carry it well but it's really a ton
Still gotta get shit done
The game depending on me, plus my own
Wanna crash out but can't I ain't dumb
Thought I'd lose, but I already won
On the search for the opps, we on
Drop a bag on the opp, drop four
Bounce out on feet made em run
Chop go off, Drake sound like a bomb
Tell the pain I'm numb
762 bullets, big as hell
But .308, same size as a thong
These opp niggas tryna rap and dress like me
But can't, them niggas bums
Niggas be trickin' old hoes in them fake-ass clothes
But won't take care of they son
Nowadays, these niggas be sad
Niggas be worried 'bout clout
Steady running the mouth'cause niggas running low on cash
Talked to my mom when I paid her a visit
She tell me I act in favor of my dad
Sometimes I just walk out the house
With tears in my eyes 'cause I really been needing him bad
How the fuck you gon' leave? You was all that I had
Talked to him on a Wednesday, he was supposed to come home
My car on the state pass
I still remember the day, it was November 8th
I was waiting on him to just walk past
Ain't wanna believe that shit, so I seen my uncs pull up
And it made me flash
That's the main reason I'm stuck in the past
I can't believe my brother had a knew the news
Name tim type shi hurt me bad
But he know I love him to death
An was tryin' to help
And now I can't understand
But sometimes be wishin' he told me
'Cause maybe I wouldn't have took the loss so bad
Streets ain't safe, I had made we get blooded
Nana be so mad, she heard I was friends with the devil and spin on Sunday
Really be down all the time, most times just smile whenever a nigga see gunplay
Yeah, help a nigga keep goin'
When maiya be callin' tonight
Just to tell me she missin' and love me
What you doin'? Me miss you
Me miss you, I love you
Me love you too, my man
Miss the days of being a little boy in my pajama
Me and Boog was roaming the Eastside, causin' problems
While my daddy died from cancer
Ten years later, still be lookin' for answers
At war where I'm from, I'm known to spill blood
Talks with my bro, strap everywhere I go
If you really know, screwly was strapped before the buz
Tellin' my bros we ain't safe, know where we go
I'ma target won't go to the club
Nah I ain't scared, I'm just usin' my head
First nigga lookin' wrong in this bitch, I'ma buz
Still abusin' these drugs
Codeine inside my cup
Off xanxs hope I don't wake up
Tired of pain, I had enough
Nobody just don't give a fuck
If I die right now, they would
About time blew back if I could
Pray for forgiveness for shit that I've done
I gotta stay with my gun
Remember them days, runnin' 'round the neighborhood
Playin' cops and robbin' for fun
Gypsies just watchin' the clock
While you're doing this time, I wish my bro had a bond
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders
Carry it well but it's really a ton
Still gotta get shit done
The game depending on me, plus my own
Wanna crash out but can't I ain't dumb
Thought I'd lose, but I already won
On the search for the opps, we on
Drop a bag on the opp, drop four
Bounce out on feet made em run
Chop go off, Drake sound like a bomb
Tell the pain I'm numb
762 bullets, big as hell
But .308, same size as a thong
These opp niggas tryna rap and dress like me
But can't, them niggas bums
Niggas be trickin' old hoes in them fake-ass clothes
But won't take care of they son
Nowadays, these niggas be sad
Niggas be worried 'bout clout
Steady running the mouth'cause niggas running low on cash
Talked to my mom when I paid her a visit
She tell me I act in favor of my dad
Sometimes I just walk out the house
With tears in my eyes 'cause I really been needing him bad
How the fuck you gon' leave? You was all that I had
Talked to him on a Wednesday, he was supposed to come home
My car on the state pass
I still remember the day, it was November 8th
I was waiting on him to just walk past
Ain't wanna believe that shit, so I seen my uncs pull up
And it made me flash
That's the main reason I'm stuck in the past
I can't believe my brother had a knew the news
Name tim type shi hurt me bad
But he know I love him to death
An was tryin' to help
And now I can't understand
But sometimes be wishin' he told me
'Cause maybe I wouldn't have took the loss so bad
Streets ain't safe, I had made we get blooded
Nana be so mad, she heard I was friends with the devil and spin on Sunday
Really be down all the time, most times just smile whenever a nigga see gunplay
Yeah, help a nigga keep goin'
When maiya be callin' tonight
Just to tell me she missin' and love me
What you doin'? Me miss you
Me miss you, I love you
Me love you too, my man
Writer(s): Dwayne William Moore, Writer Unknown
