Letter 2 The Sijn

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Mob Myerz

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Still open the green & white
Still going over thalathul
I been slacking on jumu'ah
Muq right about what that trap do
I be sipping almost every night
It's getting bad too
I miss my guys like every night
So I be sad too
Depression at an all time high
No one to vent too
I feel like I'm all on my own
Cuz what went through
If I got it yaw got it
Don't worry It's getting sent thru

I Allah let Craig beat that case
No instrumental
Everybody wanna know who I'm fuxking
This shit suspenseful
If i told you how it splashed on my face
You hit the restroom
They out here fuxkin w these rat ass niggas
They disrespectful
And everybody tryna figure out why
I don't bend thru
Why I'm so sick of these guys
These fake friends do
I might put together a few lines
Without a stencil
But let's not forget bout wat Ta'ala
Had made that pen do
He told it write & wrote
Beginning middle & end too
Gates I apologise I keep forgetting to send those pics
Teese my apologies I keep forgetting that was yah chick
Bro fighting that case
& we know it wasn't his blick
They tryna throw bro the book & it wasn't even his lick
10 sales plus 2 zips
How you walk walk on a 3 to 6
Thru my doggy a bone
And he did a couple a tricks
Told em about the food
Told em about the trips
But I been shoulda peeped
All the stories he told his bitch
Leem I got yah message
I see they gave you hit
Covid got shit shut down
They forgetting prisons exist
But how could I forget
I been in & out since 06
Keep yah head up don't you give I promise we gone be lit
I know they got us backed up
But I promise we gone shit
Soon as as Ralph touchdown
We taking off in a jet
They want 25 for private
Make it a round trip
The dope greasy
Cuzzin making them pounds flip
They out here singing on tape But they ain't visiting sound click
Fried rice w the baby clams
Fish cakes for dinner
Few secure paks
They thinking that you a winner
When my niggas come home I'm picking me up sprinters
All my niggaz stand w honor
We aint sitting w master splinters
Free all my niggaz in the slammer
They roofing niggas for hammers
But rats get house arrest
For bussing pistols on cameras
Jack of all trades
I'm even scamming the scammers
And we don't take trips
W out the police scanner
In 13 we was shutting traps down
W the cell phone jammers

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