Letter to Yasir
Im writing this letter off the top of my head
Its orchestrated sincerely
Im doing something wrong life tryna send me a message
Why else the fuck I still be stressing After all these blessings
Im switchin numbers phone on DND
im muting my texts
After this tape im moving way farther than Texas
And I aint been fucking round wit none of my exes
Yo mama been waking up cooking me breakfast
I'm Tryna be there for her na im
Tryna be there for you
But these nas been telling
When I see you then I see me na
don't be me jit you could be better
Back in the g I was runnin the streets
everybody who was wit me gone forever
Niggas be dead or niggas be locked
up I made it out by the tip of my sweater
Still in my nightmares shit that
I been through pray you don't never
fight none of them devils
Pray you don't never gotta slang your retta
Ill be right along beside ya bustin my metal
You ever end up stuck in the dirt
gotta pick out the diamonds look at my bezel
Look at the fake shit nas be be jealous
Stay out the street these nas be tellin
Believe in your destiny them crackers a give you a felony bouta weapon
Aint no testin me in the chain gang
aint no checkin me
I could teach you bout life tell you
what I been through im dissecting it
This a lot of nas dream coming
from a king na you was blessed in it
Couple thousand on your jeans you cant
even wear em yet we just flexin it
If you pick it up it aint no resting it,
when you say how you feel put your chest in it
Where you from don't make you a beast,
it make you a boss I promise you heaven-sent
Allah had sent me a lesson and it came as a blessing
Don't walk around with your hands out
if it's pressure address it
You gotta manifest your dreams don't waste your time with the reverend
If I could pray for one more thing that both of us make it to heaven
Just thought id write you a letter
Allah keep sending me lessons and they coming as blessings
Don't walk around with your hands out if it's pressure address it
You gotta manifest your dreams
don't waste your time with the reverend
If I could pray for one more thning
that both of us make it to heaven
I thought I'd write you a letter
Its orchestrated sincerely
Im doing something wrong life tryna send me a message
Why else the fuck I still be stressing After all these blessings
Im switchin numbers phone on DND
im muting my texts
After this tape im moving way farther than Texas
And I aint been fucking round wit none of my exes
Yo mama been waking up cooking me breakfast
I'm Tryna be there for her na im
Tryna be there for you
But these nas been telling
When I see you then I see me na
don't be me jit you could be better
Back in the g I was runnin the streets
everybody who was wit me gone forever
Niggas be dead or niggas be locked
up I made it out by the tip of my sweater
Still in my nightmares shit that
I been through pray you don't never
fight none of them devils
Pray you don't never gotta slang your retta
Ill be right along beside ya bustin my metal
You ever end up stuck in the dirt
gotta pick out the diamonds look at my bezel
Look at the fake shit nas be be jealous
Stay out the street these nas be tellin
Believe in your destiny them crackers a give you a felony bouta weapon
Aint no testin me in the chain gang
aint no checkin me
I could teach you bout life tell you
what I been through im dissecting it
This a lot of nas dream coming
from a king na you was blessed in it
Couple thousand on your jeans you cant
even wear em yet we just flexin it
If you pick it up it aint no resting it,
when you say how you feel put your chest in it
Where you from don't make you a beast,
it make you a boss I promise you heaven-sent
Allah had sent me a lesson and it came as a blessing
Don't walk around with your hands out
if it's pressure address it
You gotta manifest your dreams don't waste your time with the reverend
If I could pray for one more thing that both of us make it to heaven
Just thought id write you a letter
Allah keep sending me lessons and they coming as blessings
Don't walk around with your hands out if it's pressure address it
You gotta manifest your dreams
don't waste your time with the reverend
If I could pray for one more thning
that both of us make it to heaven
I thought I'd write you a letter
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Writer(s): Marques Hutchison, Jack Gibson, Christian Browne
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