Lyrics:
From N.W.A to whatever's next
Make sure it says Andre Young in bold letters on big checks
Your shit ain't sellin? Fuck it, get Dr. Dre on it
You got
a letter to my dead niggas my old friends and enemies
Man I wish I never met niggas, cuz now my heart is hurting me
Sometimes I wish I never hanged wit em,
Left me laying on the table
With the letter open
On my feelings days and night
Because my heart frozen
Left me laying on the table
With the letter
yeah yeah
Time really fly by, my big brother almost 30,
Lil brother finna graduate, the feeling really hurt me
I see myself in him, since he was born
(Yo bitch I might be ugly, at least I ain't got no money!)
Or the never ending shooting star:
(Just 'cause he got a car he want to be drivin that
Ohh baby I feel like a big star
I love the way you touch me right now
You always touch my body yeah
Girl I need you by my side now
Burn like a fire
stressin' baby get yaself together
You fuzkin wit a star I'ma shine in any weather
This shit expensive need a band fa every letter
Got a bag out that bitch
the Royal family
Or in the RBH military
Or employed by RBH
Is not under any circumstances Allowed to have
Black nail polish
Nor the letters RBH
Tattooed
(I'll never go ghost)
You should know that you're fuckin' with a star man, yeah (star man, star man)
Money no big problem to a star man, yeah (star man,
Aiyy, aiyy
This a letter to my queen not just anybody
This a letter to my queen not just anybody
A letter to my angel hello pretty mammy
Girl you so
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
You are
You are
The moon to my star
Love you for all you are
You are
You are
You are
Girl I hope you read this letter
I can guard you from your stormy
you beneath the stars
Hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory
I been double-crossed now
For the very last time and now I'm finally free
I
going away
I'm gonna hit the big time
Gonna be a big star someday
Mama came to the door
With a teardrop in her eye
Johnny said, "don't cry, mama"
going away
I'm gonna hit the big time
Gonna be a big star someday
Mama came to the door
With a teardrop in her eye
Johnny said, "don't cry, mama"
they let him go
He first got locked up, ain't sent money, I sent letters though
My big bro had the D-line locked, it was in a finger four
He was
Knock Knock
Walter Reed
I just came on my steed
I got a letter for the president
And it's a noble deed
I hear he's spreading the virus
With lighting
Knock Knock
Walter Reed
I just came on my steed
I got a letter for the president
And it's a noble deed
I hear he's spreading the virus
With lighting
Big batty gyal big batty gyal
Big batty gyal big batty gyal
You wan big batty gyal, big batty gyal
Yeah gwan do it for a big
Batty gyal big batty
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
through real sexy, not skinny
Don't want no big fat bitch
Can't let that hoe ride with me on the switch
Gotta be playa, gotta be a star
Ima let ya smoke
Cease, B.I.G., boy
And Funk Doctor Spock, I mean Redman that's not Leonard Nimoy
88 keys on the keyboard
I'm down to catch wreck, take them first three
THE KIDS!
[Chorus:]
Thanks for the letter that you sent
Reminding me not to give in!
"Dear Punk Rock Star:
I'm just kidding - but I like to call you that
Big loaf now
Back then was starving with a crumb
Shout out Lando
He knew I'd be a star before I was
Step back, hit it, bitch
I get like Harden in
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