Letters

(Yeah) This a letter to the money, dear mula, shit I love you Damn, with my back against the wall I know that I can trust you I might take you out the stash and stack you, just to hug you Still like the first time we met, I get butterflies when I touch you This a letter to the wock, I'ma drop you in the pop I'll drop you when it's cold, I'll drop you when it's hot No matter how much you cost me, I'll always have you 'round Quagen, Trisha could never be you and try to snatch the crown This a letter to the Za, gon' stuff you in a wood I be stressin, but it's cool, gon puff you 'til I'm good When it's me and you, I'm on a different wavelength They say you kill cells, but I think that you give my brain strength This a letter to my Ex, I know you feel dumb Just an ordinary bitch, with a regular life Hopin' that your days go bad, like why would I tell you goodnight Imagine fumblin' BabyTron, biggest L in yo' life This a letter to the Juggz, it's time to move on In the booth or doin' shows, I found a new road I hope you happy for me Hopefully when this shit over it's a happy story (look) This a letter to the Haters, you don't get paid for it 200 thousand likes, you mad cause my page scorchin'? I hit yo' bitch of a stare, you mad my face scorchin'? Nah, I think y'all really pissed 'cause y'all pape shortage (bums) This a letter to my Baby Scams It fuck me up that you ain't 'round to catch a jack (man) It fuck me up that you ain't 'round to catch a flight (man) It fuck me up that you ain't 'round to send a site If you was here I know you woulda shroomed up with me If you was here I know you go n' suit up with me If you was here you woulda bust a new jugg with me You was on what I was on, woulda went pulled a stunt with me This a letter to my family, happy that y'all proud You know me and how I get, I couldn't let y'all down (I couldn't) I told y'all school wasn't the one for me Now I post a venue, thousand people, they gon' come for me This a letter to the gang, you know I got y'all Same Jimmy, same Tron before I popped off Everytime we hit the stage, it's time to rock out All that grinding but it's time gang, yeah we got it now This a letter to my love, yeah, you know what it is They can't fuck with you, they can't fuck with us 20 thousand between both our fists, nah they can't stomach us You know that I fuck with you, you up there with my double cups This a letter to the fans, all the supporters I'ma reach the finish line, and keep running, nothing shorter Don't forget, without y'all I wouldn't be nothing And keep cheerin' for me, promise y'all ain't seen nothing (ShittyBoys, Dog Shit Militia) (Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey) (They still can't fuck with me, this shit has not changed) (I don't think it's gon' change) (Matter of fact, I know it's not gon' fuckin' change)