Letter To Dawg
Wooaahh
Wooooaahh
Yeah
Yeeaahh
So much love for you
Miss my nigga
And I'm writing a letter to my nigga
Wanna tell you how I miss you
You left and I been crashing out
On niggas spoke against you
And you my motherfucking brother
From skipping over puddles
Been trapping since a youngin'
Never once had knocked yo hustle
I miss us skipping school
Me you and Fred and that boy Duke
Seen some shit that would've folded cats
That never had me spooked
I guess it's cuz I was you with you
The only cat had my back
When I was down and out
And crying loud
You kept the boy on track
Thinking bout these memories
Pouring out this Hennessy
Cuz I'm so fucking stressed
That I can't even spill the lean
Hope you ain't mad I missed the funeral
I know that wasn't P
But they would've buried both of us
If I had got to see you
At the grave yard
Scared to shed some tears for my nigga
Cuz you ain't like seeing me cry
I gotta live with it nigga
But you knew you was my partner
Since a lil bitty nigga
Shit that happened years ago
And shit I still feel it nigga
Is it a heaven for a gangster
Im hoping all is well
We done did some fucked up shit
But should we really burn in hell
For a Gangster
That started making sales
We wasn't making it to Yale
They done heard us cry for help
For a Gangster
I'm hoping that you straight
I got my ticket on the way
But I just hope I'm running late
For a Gangster
I know we make mistakes
Ion think that man hear me
Cuz he got you out the way
Bitch I know it's you reminding me
To keep that stick on me
Flicking lights that I turned off
You still be playing tricks on me
Shit I hate you nigga
If you was here
We'd be like Ali and you Frazier nigga
Slap boxing
Pulling hoes
Puffing smoke and blazing nigga
You looking down
I know you see how I support
From yo brothers going to court
To me still sliding to the north
Can't look ya mama in the face
But I leave money on the porch
You was him
Ain't have to die on me
For you to pass the torch
Cuz it was both of us
Bitch I'm still growing up
No father raised us
It ain't phase us
It was broken love
You taught me shit
I taught you shit
That's how we know so much
From learning who to trust
To even tryna roll a Dutch
And we done shared so many hoes
We done shared so many fits
We done kicked so many doors
And we done hit so many licks
But it's yo motherfucking smile that I miss nigga
P.S. I'm only going harder for this shit nigga
And Imma see you
Is it a heaven for a gangster
Im hoping all is well
We done did some fucked up shit
But should we really burn in hell
For a Gangster
That started making sales
We wasn't making it to Yale
They done heard us cry for help
For a Gangster
I'm hoping that you straight
I got my ticket on the way
But I just hope I'm running late
For a Gangster
I know we make mistakes
Ion think that man hear me
Cuz he got you out the way
Wooooaahh
Yeah
Yeeaahh
So much love for you
Miss my nigga
And I'm writing a letter to my nigga
Wanna tell you how I miss you
You left and I been crashing out
On niggas spoke against you
And you my motherfucking brother
From skipping over puddles
Been trapping since a youngin'
Never once had knocked yo hustle
I miss us skipping school
Me you and Fred and that boy Duke
Seen some shit that would've folded cats
That never had me spooked
I guess it's cuz I was you with you
The only cat had my back
When I was down and out
And crying loud
You kept the boy on track
Thinking bout these memories
Pouring out this Hennessy
Cuz I'm so fucking stressed
That I can't even spill the lean
Hope you ain't mad I missed the funeral
I know that wasn't P
But they would've buried both of us
If I had got to see you
At the grave yard
Scared to shed some tears for my nigga
Cuz you ain't like seeing me cry
I gotta live with it nigga
But you knew you was my partner
Since a lil bitty nigga
Shit that happened years ago
And shit I still feel it nigga
Is it a heaven for a gangster
Im hoping all is well
We done did some fucked up shit
But should we really burn in hell
For a Gangster
That started making sales
We wasn't making it to Yale
They done heard us cry for help
For a Gangster
I'm hoping that you straight
I got my ticket on the way
But I just hope I'm running late
For a Gangster
I know we make mistakes
Ion think that man hear me
Cuz he got you out the way
Bitch I know it's you reminding me
To keep that stick on me
Flicking lights that I turned off
You still be playing tricks on me
Shit I hate you nigga
If you was here
We'd be like Ali and you Frazier nigga
Slap boxing
Pulling hoes
Puffing smoke and blazing nigga
You looking down
I know you see how I support
From yo brothers going to court
To me still sliding to the north
Can't look ya mama in the face
But I leave money on the porch
You was him
Ain't have to die on me
For you to pass the torch
Cuz it was both of us
Bitch I'm still growing up
No father raised us
It ain't phase us
It was broken love
You taught me shit
I taught you shit
That's how we know so much
From learning who to trust
To even tryna roll a Dutch
And we done shared so many hoes
We done shared so many fits
We done kicked so many doors
And we done hit so many licks
But it's yo motherfucking smile that I miss nigga
P.S. I'm only going harder for this shit nigga
And Imma see you
Is it a heaven for a gangster
Im hoping all is well
We done did some fucked up shit
But should we really burn in hell
For a Gangster
That started making sales
We wasn't making it to Yale
They done heard us cry for help
For a Gangster
I'm hoping that you straight
I got my ticket on the way
But I just hope I'm running late
For a Gangster
I know we make mistakes
Ion think that man hear me
Cuz he got you out the way
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Writer(s): Jacquarius Latimer
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