Letter To Myself
Here's a letter to myself
You better gotta get it right
Can't depend on no one else
I had to get it right
Couple niggas got left
I'm stayin' on my pivot
Gotta watch every step
Young nigga got the sauce
I could teach yo ass lesson
Was really down bad
With no cash this progression
Times was hard
No one had a helping hand
But now a nigga move glad bags
Like fuckin garbage man
I was down on my last
But now it's 448 nigga every pack
Want the wraith and the hellcat
Puma joggers with the hoodie
And the kicks to match
This a lifestyle
Got the plug on speed dial
But I got lab
Homework for my class
Then I went to drill gotta check
Just for shootin straps
Got all type of hustles
It don't even matter
Never goin backwards
Talking like a pastor
Tryna rap in the army
And he takin' classes
One thing fasho
Is big gret he is not a actor
But I know these niggas
Faker den some fucking wrestlers
Crack nasdaq, a hundred times
I'm really finessin'
Thank God every day for
All of my blessings
Loses gave me scars
But they taught me lessons
It's destined
It's in me it ain't on me
I know these niggas phony
I'm young nigga but big homie
I got swag
Pop tags and live fast
State to state
In rentals and spending cash
Strip club throwin' ones
Smoking out the onion
Whatever come with it
I want it to keep it hundred
You better gotta get it right
Can't depend on no one else
I had to get it right
Couple niggas got left
I'm stayin' on my pivot
Gotta watch every step
Young nigga got the sauce
I could teach yo ass lesson
Was really down bad
With no cash this progression
Times was hard
No one had a helping hand
But now a nigga move glad bags
Like fuckin garbage man
I was down on my last
But now it's 448 nigga every pack
Want the wraith and the hellcat
Puma joggers with the hoodie
And the kicks to match
This a lifestyle
Got the plug on speed dial
But I got lab
Homework for my class
Then I went to drill gotta check
Just for shootin straps
Got all type of hustles
It don't even matter
Never goin backwards
Talking like a pastor
Tryna rap in the army
And he takin' classes
One thing fasho
Is big gret he is not a actor
But I know these niggas
Faker den some fucking wrestlers
Crack nasdaq, a hundred times
I'm really finessin'
Thank God every day for
All of my blessings
Loses gave me scars
But they taught me lessons
It's destined
It's in me it ain't on me
I know these niggas phony
I'm young nigga but big homie
I got swag
Pop tags and live fast
State to state
In rentals and spending cash
Strip club throwin' ones
Smoking out the onion
Whatever come with it
I want it to keep it hundred
Credits
Writer(s): Dayne Peterson
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