Letter To Fans (feat. Willie Taylor)

Yeah, late night emotions, right now I'm tired of those
The only thing that get get me by
I stay by myself in this condo
I'm good dawg, got some good tree
2K and ol' papa dogs
Find the time to look at the walls at these plaques
Dawg, yeah, I'm proud of those
Sippin' on this Corona, maybe this is the moment
You smell the aroma, that's fresh from Daytona

People tell me that I'm needy dawg
It's just everything ain't how I want it
Niggas say you never be about it
Only be talkin' 'bout how ya gonna
Man just grind harder, grind harder
Tell my bank account, oh my God
I no longer do it for myself, I do it now for my son
Some here for the wrong reasons
Anything now for the gold

But I ain't forget you grand Diablo
Plus we do some heat right for the soul
This we hit right for the gold, had to do it, rep her whole
Just got some plans with some amazing fans
I'll see you soon at the Arena shows
Go an' light up the optimos, who's your favorite, I suppose
As I cross, come sailing seas, I hope you all don't ever think

Baby, you not gonna
Be like I told ya
Never going nowhere
Baby, I'll be
Here for ya, for ya
Baby, you not gonna
Be like I told ya
Never going nowhere
Baby, I'll be
Here for ya, for ya

I swear I let them haters hate
I know they mad they'll never get to me
You were the ones that were there from the start
That's why you'll always get the best of me
Let's forget all those award shows
Why they ain't never mention me? Look at it like this
I looked at my wrist like man it's time to make history
Now sippin' on this Corona, maybe this is the moment

I feel like I'm Florida when she met Willona
We just here to have a good time
Sent labels on the corner
Said he robbin' out havin' hood times
That fairy tale ain't over
So I won, know I had to hit 'em with the heat
You love it when I kill 'em with the flow
If, we stay together L-M-N-O-P, ayy

No tellin' where we prolly go
Just green lights, green lights
I'm tryna see what it be like
Oh, down South though the heat lies
So grind harder, grind harder, tell my bank account
Oh my God, ever mess with my fam'
Food or my fetti dog, that's called karma
(I pro) I promised me and ya
My mamma that I oughta
Fill up all y'all iPods before I'm not a

Baby, you not gonna
Be like I told ya
Never going nowhere
Now I'll be
Here for ya, for ya
Baby, you not gonna
Be like I told ya
Never going nowhere
Baby, I'll be
Here for ya, for ya

I'll be here for ya, for ya
I'll be here for ya, for ya
I'll be here for ya, for ya
I'll be here for ya, for ya
I'll be here for ya, for ya

Well, this just goes to show
That nobody really know
That I'll be even be able to say, welcome world, to Canyon Gray
Man means mind, and mind means lead over self
One man, one chance, one chance, one life
That's why I'm still here
To all the years, the tears, and the fears
Came the breath of life

Just as a mother to her daughter, and a father keep after his son
I'll be here 'til all the getting is gone
Like steel water run deep
I'll tell you I never fall asleep
On the gift that I've been giving, I must give back to the streets
That's why I'm still here, I'm still here, I'm still here
I'll be here