Open Letter
Damn, good kick Lee
Tired of being broke, seeing my family living check to check
Tired of seeing my dawgs in the kennel gotta check the vet
And if you getting checked, you better come back with a better rep
I'm too busy tryna fly my girl right out to LAX
I don't wanna tell her that she prolly can do better
She ain't never gone let up, she been holding too long
The feelings too strong
The toxic I'm on
I can fuck up but I tell you I can never do wrong
The girl that I'm fucking told me let her move on
And her friend that I'm texting can not wait till she gone
Ain't nobody know that we was working how we working
I was ducking off tryna really find a purpose
And I'm too closed off, you ain't never breaking surface
I gotta protect myself, I see the devil's that be working
And I just cut bridges for the ones that ain't cross
And you gotta pour some liquor for the ones we done lost, uh
Gotta double down, they done double round just to check
Gotta hold your ground, they play eenie miney with tec's
If you tiger-toed bet not come around cause you next
Niggas at the door, they gone overnight it
It's express, yeah
Please don't flex, yeah
Niggas at your neck, yeah
And you looking at the best here
Open letter gotta give it ain't no rest here
And I ain't stopping til the decades after next year
Oh Lord
Tired of being broke, seeing my family living check to check
Tired of seeing my dawgs in the kennel gotta check the vet
And if you getting checked, you better come back with a better rep
I'm too busy tryna fly my girl right out to LAX
I don't wanna tell her that she prolly can do better
She ain't never gone let up, she been holding too long
The feelings too strong
The toxic I'm on
I can fuck up but I tell you I can never do wrong
The girl that I'm fucking told me let her move on
And her friend that I'm texting can not wait till she gone
Ain't nobody know that we was working how we working
I was ducking off tryna really find a purpose
And I'm too closed off, you ain't never breaking surface
I gotta protect myself, I see the devil's that be working
And I just cut bridges for the ones that ain't cross
And you gotta pour some liquor for the ones we done lost, uh
Gotta double down, they done double round just to check
Gotta hold your ground, they play eenie miney with tec's
If you tiger-toed bet not come around cause you next
Niggas at the door, they gone overnight it
It's express, yeah
Please don't flex, yeah
Niggas at your neck, yeah
And you looking at the best here
Open letter gotta give it ain't no rest here
And I ain't stopping til the decades after next year
Oh Lord
Credits
Writer(s): Markel Robinson
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