LETTER2MYSELF Lyrics

My momma told me I was special been outside dancing with the devil

They said if you know better do better I went and treat it like whatever

Had to write my feelings on a letter for all the times they won't listen

Had to write my feelings on a letter for all the times they won't listen

Street life make a rack from a dollar

Cruel life if an opp your partna

I'm cool guy but I know some problem solvers

If you talk tell his momma he a goner

I'm a blockboy tell you bout them corners

Them niggas hotboy doing commercials

And I'm hanging on the east side

I roll my problems in with Doja

We was young was playing the block ain't know no better

Times were real in the deep end infected with sharks no matter the weather

Still bussin' moves for benjamins clock in a life of sin

A nigga gone in the wind for a chance to win to make it big

I got real love for bros can't put no trust in a hoe

For my brothers who not here no more feel that pain my soul

Lost in deep thought conversations sometimes I just don't know

How niggas really feel so I gotta be on go

I know bitches who spread they legs all week and still don't stand on shit

I know guys who claim they married to the streets but still be the first to snitch

How you gonna try backdoor then leach

Go head and tell 'em go keep that shit

Cause if we go to up that score no surgery how boy turn bitch

I'm not a regular nigga don't act too familiar if you wanna keep it a bean

I'm with the swipers who be the robbers

They some go takers closed case on the scene

My dawg got felonies he still raise hell in these streets

Thing is we bout respect that clout chase dead

That shit was made for the weak

My momma told me I was special been outside dancing with the devil

They said if you know better do better I went and treat it like whatever

Had to write my feelings on a letter for all the times they won't listen

Had to write my feelings on a letter for all the times they won't listen

Street life make a rack from a dollar

Cruel life if an opp your partna

I'm cool guy but I know some problem solvers

If he talk tell his momma he a goner

I'm a blockboy tell you bout them corners

Them niggas hotboy doing commercials

And I'm hanging on the east side

I roll my problems in with Doja