LETTER2MYSELF

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