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Letter 2 The Trap

Yo Gotti

Gotti Made-It

2017

to the trap (you should be proud of me)
This my letter to the trap

I know time flies by
I ain't shit in your eyes
I been fuckin' with this rap game, I

you know what I mean

Let's leave this place
I can't stand the music it's too loud
I say like too much
But I really like your touch
I'll keep rambling

perfection
Couldn't stand to see you cry
Every single moment I was with you
You were my only focus
Now sit back, relax
I'll be sitting by your side
Sit back,

all in
Or you get played out
Laid out
Outlined in chalk
Left on the sidewalk
By niggas that say you ain't living that shit that you talking bout
If you

Letters read: Nas, they could never bury me
But through me, my nigga, you free
Truly reppin' QB, my life is like a movie
The credit's at the end

ever get the threatening letters from the credit card? Oh, these are great. Dear Brad, this is Citibank. This is your last chance. We want the money

Fun ain't no fun to make now
Young, but you're counting your days now

Smile at the wave as it rolls by
You wait your turn, you stand in line
They

stand
I want you to know that I understand
I'm struggling too but I'm doing all I can

I'm letting your read this letter to me
To understand what keeps

Sure it's me behind this mic stand
And it's me strumming this Gibson
It's me they love to give the credit to
But me don't mean a thing without you

the toilet
Shred these old letters I wrote
All that old pathetic loathing, closing credits can roll
I'm proud to be back
I'm 'bout to, like a rematch,

than caressing scalp
Not to flex up like attire but your fire make man gold
So he can stand bold with his chest up bless up
You the rock trusting you

can't from medics
My flow in sync I bring it loud like this my open letter
Fresh blood here in this game I've levelled up don't need no credit
United

Realest is my middle name my heart pump nitrogen
And I breathe fire betta stand by a hydragen
Duffle bag big enough to fit the rifle in
I'll cut yo ass

my bitch kinda reddish
With that white girl credit
White sand by the kilo like a white pearl desert
Y-M T-S's all white pearl letters, motherfucka

Setup by a fiend, I gave credit in the past
Niggas ain't loyal no more, it's forgotten
You can't enjoy the fruits of your labor if they rotten
My type

I can barely stand it
I'm crashing if I land it
Your aura's so magnetic
You numb me, anesthetic
Something so poetic, you gotta give it credit
It's

Thank You

Sage Francis

Copper Gone

2014

You gave me language as a gift, I turned it against you
I was stupid, I was young, I was hanged by my Judas tongue
You shouldn't give weapons

I was thinking to myself I keep it to myself
Then I wrote this letter to myself Said I don't need nobody's help
See I was drinking by myself

teach you life's lessons one By one
I'll be in the stands, for your First homerun
I'll be the father that I never Had
And I hope you'll be proud to Call

scheming
Red letter day, red menace stay with the ghost gun squeezing
1911 do 'em 1917, straight treason
No rest or reprieve fucking with me and JJ Demon

meant to slander you
Music is my therapy, so that means I need to stand for truth
And not bullshit a single thing I say when I feel it
I hope one day

You know what an acronym is
It's like letters that stand for things, you know, like FBI, TGIF, you understand
I have an acronym for myself
You know

The PJ's

Raekwon

Natural Selection [Nature Sounds]

2006

about to come to the Lab-o
She givin' me some credit for clothes
That's the slang work for bricks, dicks
Analyze you never know who lookin'
It's

evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural