Lyrics:
as a form of motivation to leave the life of depression
My sister she began to seek help and use her brothers words to finish her master's and become
(*singing*)
[Hook: Shyna - 2x]
I'm writing, a letter
I'm writing, writing a letter to my loved ones
[Trae]
Dear Dinkie, more it what happened
get by
Fly high I'm so high
We just tryna get by
Fly high I'm so high
We just tryna get by
I hope you love me
Until your brother touch the sky uh
I
"A well"
"Oh yeah?"
"Went down ten feet, got a JCB from the road, yeah
'Cause my little one wouldn't reach
Dug it out, after ten or fifteen
for my children and my kin
Til my brothers out the motherfucking pen I'm going in
Verse 2 (Ice-T)
Fuck it
Bout to bust it with guns in broad
Mothers Of Sorrow, I Wonder Will You Pray For Us. When Life Has Sent All My Homies, Dear John Letters. When Our Situations Anit Getting No Dam Better, If
said to ya
Eight simple rules or Dear John letters
Sacrificial lambs taste like butter
Add a little julep now eat motherfuckers
Zuckerbergs retard-averse
Alright, we smooth, go through
You know, you know how I like my shit, John, perfect, hold on
Huh, I could be gone by the mornin', huh
So I'm
St. John's
I wish my nigga was home the black Fonz
Yo we rock charms as big as Vegas
Different crews of different size try to player hate us
Top
and swallowin'
Takin' the makin', bitin' and borrowin'
Brothers try and others die to get the formula
But I'm a let 'cha sweat. You still ain't warm
You
Dear Mom
Wish I was a better son
But we both got shity cards from day one
You with your health and my with my father john
I didn't want this to be
Time For Me
Hook
Step by step
Nigga two by two
I can’t live in another man shoes
Even if that other nigga my brother and such
I just gotta
Time For Me
Hook
Step by step
Nigga two by two
I can’t live in another man shoes
Even if that other nigga my brother and such
I just gotta
have me
I been established
cnd I am covered
No longer a savage
I love for my brothers
No Cane and cble
Like in old days
He prepares me a table
Right
doesn't matter
As long as you continue to manipulate my hunger
I've had enough
Do you like laws that imprison those
Driven by the incision of injustice
Brother, I got all sides of you
If you ever needed a real love
I'm here to give it to ya
Ain't it funny, I got on all my clothes
And I can still sing,
getting scary for y'all niggaz now) what's good
There go the apple of my eye, my black butterfly
Don't try to pass me by, like you do them other guys
I'm better than
why'all know the beef in the hood it'll never end
Never hit the club unless I get's my berretta in
The letter N, short for Nasir
me no mind
Told the bitch play with Sega, don't play with my mind
Take DaBaby away I'm still John, that lil' nigga gon' stay on his grind
I got all
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
Falayo, falayo, falayo, falayo
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
You know the drill, Fross
Uh, like what? Who
Banging with my brothers
Shoutout to their mothers
Shoutout to their pops
Middle finger to the opps
And the cops huh
Never cared the cost
Yea I’m
You can't stop my uniqueness
Complication altitudes built in compartments
Digital gizmo made by Continental Lincoln keepin you thinkin
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
like my brother master p, I'm a shock the world if I see 23
Maybe not today, but tomorrow off into the funeral parlor
Take pause to bury my boy, as we
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