Letter 2 H-Town (Intro)

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Yeahhhh
Y'all hear the lighter flick y'all thought it was Wayne on the track huh
That's because a nigga fenna talk some real shit
That's that real shit
Aye, this just my letter to Houston
Yea
Say some shit like that in the beginning
Let me talk that real real quick
Aye, Let me get it
Out my system
A lot of people wanna blame me
But when really I’m the victim
Just a product of my environment
And these niggas carry guns everyday
Tryna send you to retirement
Promise I ain’t dying yet
I'm Just a rookie in the game
But the way I’m balling
They think that I’m a vet
And this has been
A crazy grind
I swear to God I done ran into the devil
Bout Atleast a fucking thousand times
So listen
This the bottom line
I can tell you this fasho
Never been the type a nigga need a co-sign
My music it speaks for me
Work ethic it speaks for me
I was in the streets I kept it real
That’s how you speak to Gs
Never been worried
When they say that they got beef with me
Some say that this Gods plan
And I say that this is destiny
I’m the messiah
If you blind let me help you see
I’m in the making
You don’t wanna miss this history
Yea Yea
Aye Aye
Man yall know what the f*ck goin on man
Yessir
Aye relight the spliff man
Look
Where the f*ck is my water
Look, Aye Aye
A lot of people counted me out
Like I was down three one
And since I’m going to Houston
I ain’t never been no peon
I ain’t never been no bitch
You can’t find it in my blood
Been at that bottom so long
I got accustomed to that mud
Never back down from a challenge
Always been a competitor
I never change the struggle
Cause that gave me my character
Never had an easy route
Always had to make a way
People love to talk
I don’t listen to what the f*ck they say
Early days and late nights
I never get the chance to sleep
Tried to take a nap
But the money kept on calling me
I’m on grind yea it’s time
I’m just tryna to eat
They say that ima king I say I know it
So it’s time to feast
And this something
That I really gotta mention
Tired of these niggas claiming G
But act like bitches
As a younging
They always said I was different
I never understood it
Til I realized that I’m gifted
Hahaha
Aye, y'all better wake the f*ck up
Or get woke the f*ck up
I'm telling y'all it's a motherfucking movement nigga
Hitsquad the cartel nigga, MBT forever
You feel me
Aye
I'm here to take this shit by storm
Let me get some more shit off my chest
A lot of people
Say they had my back
But when I hit the bottom
I can’t tell you where the f*ck any of them was at
But never let that Phase me
Real ones they made me
You kept it real once
I keep it real on the daily
Ask me where I’m from
I tell em Dade County Florida shit
Getting paid in full
But I ain’t no Richard Porter shit
Homie I am me
Only thing that I can be
You live the life on TV
And I live the life in the streets
Don’t compare to these niggas
We are not the same
We might where the same clothes
But our cloths are not the same
I’m cut from a different fabric
I came to cause damage
Made something outta nothing
I’m from the city of magic
My life is never been lavish
Please stop your asking
And one more fucking thing
Don’t worry bout them hoes I’m smashing
If you go down that road
You gone find out it’s your bitch
And how we treat her like blunt
Ain’t no cuffing pass the shit nigga

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