Letter To 34
Was raised in the gutta
Nights wit no suppa
Everyday we did struggle
God gave me muscles
Told me keep fighting
Done lost a few brothas
Til we reunited
Just know that I love you
Trying wrap my mind around it
Like turbans
Taught his lil brother
Never be nervous
Now he lookin at life
Caught a murder
God know he hurting
But told him keep working
On the block late night
Get to searching
Hitt em a lick
Fucking off a perky
Swerve off in da Audi
Thoughts start to feel cloudy
Smokin on za
Got a Nigga lil rowdy
Up the toolie
Been about it
Home invasion
Damn near caught it
Was raised if you pull it
Then you gotta pop it
Know his Niggas
Ain't Ever wit the talkin
Step on this side
You know He Sellin
All Da soft n da hard
That boy been about it
Pullin niggas cards
Damn near lost his life
Playing in yards
Rep what you sow
And you know I'm reaping
Father God said man it's best you keep it
Not every nigga gone face a demon
You know that i slide slide
Live by homicide all bout mine
Hop out the hell cat or the sprinter
Be bout the racks
Like Serena Venus
All of my niggas is really eating
Raised in the game fettuccine
Imma go and get it
Man Regards the meaning
Father God said nigga it's yo season
It's time that you claim
What you is achieving
I was a real demon
But whats the reason
Judge slammed the hammer
My nigga gone
Keep yellin free him
Til he home
Xan and a perc
Give me hydro flow
Don't fuck wit turbulence
But here we go
It's time takeoff
Til they comin home
Rest up takeoff I'm on da nawf
Flew to meet big Jeff wit my Lord
If this my last breathe let it be known
Love my dawgs through death
Cuz we was poor
Went from rags to riches
To blowin dough
Was Broke fucking hoes
Now can pay for yours
Was sleep on the floor
When we was poor
Now that we up
We do the most
Shed me a tear
Before we toast
Rags to riches
From being broke
Now that we up
We take control
When we was poor
Couldn't blowin no dough
Rags to riches
Done kickin doors
Was Broke fucking hoes
Now can pay for yours
Trying wrap my mind around it
Like turbans
Taught his lil brother
Never be nervous
Now he lookin at life
Caught a murder
God know he hurting
But told him keep working
On the block late night
Gets to searching
Hitt em a lick
Fucking off a perky
Nights wit no suppa
Everyday we did struggle
God gave me muscles
Told me keep fighting
Done lost a few brothas
Til we reunited
Just know that I love you
Trying wrap my mind around it
Like turbans
Taught his lil brother
Never be nervous
Now he lookin at life
Caught a murder
God know he hurting
But told him keep working
On the block late night
Get to searching
Hitt em a lick
Fucking off a perky
Swerve off in da Audi
Thoughts start to feel cloudy
Smokin on za
Got a Nigga lil rowdy
Up the toolie
Been about it
Home invasion
Damn near caught it
Was raised if you pull it
Then you gotta pop it
Know his Niggas
Ain't Ever wit the talkin
Step on this side
You know He Sellin
All Da soft n da hard
That boy been about it
Pullin niggas cards
Damn near lost his life
Playing in yards
Rep what you sow
And you know I'm reaping
Father God said man it's best you keep it
Not every nigga gone face a demon
You know that i slide slide
Live by homicide all bout mine
Hop out the hell cat or the sprinter
Be bout the racks
Like Serena Venus
All of my niggas is really eating
Raised in the game fettuccine
Imma go and get it
Man Regards the meaning
Father God said nigga it's yo season
It's time that you claim
What you is achieving
I was a real demon
But whats the reason
Judge slammed the hammer
My nigga gone
Keep yellin free him
Til he home
Xan and a perc
Give me hydro flow
Don't fuck wit turbulence
But here we go
It's time takeoff
Til they comin home
Rest up takeoff I'm on da nawf
Flew to meet big Jeff wit my Lord
If this my last breathe let it be known
Love my dawgs through death
Cuz we was poor
Went from rags to riches
To blowin dough
Was Broke fucking hoes
Now can pay for yours
Was sleep on the floor
When we was poor
Now that we up
We do the most
Shed me a tear
Before we toast
Rags to riches
From being broke
Now that we up
We take control
When we was poor
Couldn't blowin no dough
Rags to riches
Done kickin doors
Was Broke fucking hoes
Now can pay for yours
Trying wrap my mind around it
Like turbans
Taught his lil brother
Never be nervous
Now he lookin at life
Caught a murder
God know he hurting
But told him keep working
On the block late night
Gets to searching
Hitt em a lick
Fucking off a perky
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