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Letters - Mbnel Lyrics








[Intro]

Thank you, Ralph



[Verse]

If you ain't shot at nothin', your opinion do not mean shit

Same ones askin' for somethin' said I wouldn't be shit

Ten toes down, keep my feet up on the cement

Lil Dino caught a body, now they callin' him a demon

Used to walk around rockin' Payless

Heard they say they tryna kill us, brodie, say less, ayy

I just dropped a verse for this paycheck

This forty stopped his ass in traffic, that's a brake check

Bitches know I break necks

Why these niggas all up on my dick like a latex?

I ain't fallin' off, I ain't even reach my apex

Before I eat myself, I ask my brodie if he ate yet

Better wait before the put on, I ain't even on the eight yet

Been callin' from the county, few way in and I mute the phone

He sentimental, he thinkin' 'bout when he comin' home

My family hated on me 'til the money came, I proved them wrong

I love my girl family, G-O-D, I treat them like my own

When I was broke, on God, you always put me first

The streets is sticky, you with me, I put it in your purse

I say I'm blessed every day 'cause shit, it could be worse

Cam was with me hittin' niggas, now he on a shirt

Ayy, the streets is wicked, lost some niggas, why I'm in my feelings

I'm still posted on my block and I ain't never switchin'

You lost a brother, lost a soldier, make sure niggas feelin'

When I'm alone, I smoke this dope to help a nigga heal it

Ayy, this shit just make me numb so I can't even feel shit

I was broke and bummy so I had to steal shit

My nigga doin' life, hard for him to feel shit

Ayy, I cut back on the mud 'cause it ain't help to heal shit

Lot of South K but ain't droppin' no bodies

A lot of rappin' 'bout them guns but ain't poppin' nobody

We rock with Glocks, fully autos, ain't rockin' no shotties

Now these bougie bitches choosin' on me 'cause a nigga poppin'

Ayy, cuzzo did his skit, we ain't jump him in

They said I wouldn't be shit 'til I touched me like ten

And I'ma buy my mom a crib before I flood my wrist

When I was broke, niggas ain't throw me dope, that's why I love my bitch

And lately I done had the same dreams

All this prayin' still ain't save me, I been feelin' like ain't nothin' workin' lately

Seein' my niece's smile made me wish I had a baby

Might as well start prayin' to this pistol, it's what saves me

All this fussin' and fightin', sayin' we ain't workin'

I'm sorry that I made mistakes 'cause I ain't perfect

If I go broke then me and my niggas purgin'

Designer cover pain, that's why I love it when I splurge it

Ayy, money root of evil, but for me it solve problems

Mama disappointed I ain't wanna go to college

I be trappin' for them foreigns, get my mama out them Camrys

I been way up out my zone, I just hope they understand me, gang



[Outro]

Thank you, Ralph



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