Letter to Nola

Let me find out you don't know ya boy Cosey
Let me find out now people being nosey
Let me find out my cousin 5th Ward Weebie
Let me find out no other rappers can defeat me
Using our sound yeah, our sound yea
Need to get your own bounce yea, your bounce yea
Don't give credit but you use it every-time
Crazy we the city that is known for having crime

Nola where you dip and booty move around
Too many years they then put the city down
Nola where you dip and booty move around
Now we on a bounce beat to hold the city down
This for Nola
(I love) Nola
This for Nola
(I love) Nola

Y'all really garbage the city is elite
We bank every shot from the west and the east
We have the most talent but making it the least
This sound is the reason a lot of rappers eat
You working with some back you bad yeah
Make the goat spend his cash yeah his last yeah
Wait, wait let me spazz on the real
Uncle of the game so I gotta leave a will
Music been slacking
Nobody really snapping
And everybody napping
We gotta bring it back in
We're number one
Second to none
This is a run
For all my sons
This game a cafe
Y'all soft like beignet
You hear what I say
We won't fadeaway
The home of parades
Just run us a fade
Its time for the shade
We all should get paid
All use our sound
But don't hold us down
Y'all hope that we drown
Don't mention uptown
This city not ghost
We really the host
Y'all all do the most
Don't know how to joce
You can't speak our slang
But use everything
Got robbed out a ring
But still do our thing
We Martin y'all pams
No cheating no rams
Y'all don't stand a chance
Now dip like this dance

This for Nola, Nola
This for Nola, Nola



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Cosey
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