LETTER TO THE OLD ME

Uh uh yea let's do it
They smile in your face but they hate low key
Cool cause I got the drac on me
Walk in the club with a fake on me
Wait and I got the 9 on me
Stay with the fye on me
Why these niggas trying me
Look at me now nigga straight out the dirt
I had to put in some work
Run up on me better pick you a tee
Why cause you going straight on a shirt
Hmm yea you know how I do it
Running your mouth better cool it
He got the Glock but he ain't finna use it
I let it rip watch how I maneuver
She topping me in a Uber
32 shots in a Ruger
Pop me a dirty 30 feeling super
Hard on a hoe like I'm Future
Yuh but I can not save them
Niggas don't show no love won't make them
I let the lord take them
Choppa as-salamu bake them

Them bitches didn't want to fuck me then but they want me now
I don't want your pussy just the mouth baby blow me now
BRZ4L that's what I'm repping they gone hold me down
I just bought a draco with that shhh it don't make a sound

These niggas cap hell nah won't hoe me
How you gone hate and you don't even know me
Clip hold 24 shots like Kobe
I put them up in the grave with the old me
Did everything that my OG told me
And that's why I'm up right now
And that's why it's stuck right now
Don't give a fuck right now



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Writer(s): Nicolas Batts
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