Letters by MBNel Lyrics
[Intro]
Thank you, Ralph
[Verse]
If you ain't shot at nothin', your opinion do not mean shit
Same ones askin' for somethin' said I wouldn't be shit
Ten toes down, keep my feet up on the cement
Lil Dino caught a body, now they callin' him a demon
Used to walk around rockin' Payless
Heard they say they tryna kill us, brodie, say less, ayy
I just dropped a verse for this paycheck
This forty stopped his ass in traffic, that's a brake check
Bitches know I break necks
Why these niggas all up on my dick like a latex?
I ain't fallin' off, I ain't even reach my apex
Before I eat myself, I ask my brodie if he ate yet
Better wait before the put on, I ain't even on the eight yet
Been callin' from the county, few way in and I mute the phone
He sentimental, he thinkin' 'bout when he comin' home
My family hated on me 'til the money came, I proved them wrong
I love my girl family, G-O-D, I treat them like my own
When I was broke, on God, you always put me first
The streets is sticky, you with me, I put it in your purse
I say I'm blessed every day 'cause shit, it could be worse
Cam was with me hittin' niggas, now he on a shirt
Ayy, the streets is wicked, lost some niggas, why I'm in my feelings
I'm still posted on my block and I ain't never switchin'
You lost a brother, lost a soldier, make sure niggas feelin'
When I'm alone, I smoke this dope to help a nigga heal it
Ayy, this shit just make me numb so I can't even feel shit
I was broke and bummy so I had to steal shit
My nigga doin' life, hard for him to feel shit
Ayy, I cut back on the mud 'cause it ain't help to heal shit
Lot of South K but ain't droppin' no bodies
A lot of rappin' 'bout them guns but ain't poppin' nobody
We rock with Glocks, fully autos, ain't rockin' no shotties
Now these bougie bitches choosin' on me 'cause a nigga poppin'
Ayy, cuzzo did his skit, we ain't jump him in
They said I wouldn't be shit 'til I touched me like ten
And I'ma buy my mom a crib before I flood my wrist
When I was broke, niggas ain't throw me dope, that's why I love my bitch
And lately I done had the same dreams
All this prayin' still ain't save me, I been feelin' like ain't nothin' workin' lately
Seein' my niece's smile made me wish I had a baby
Might as well start prayin' to this pistol, it's what saves me
All this fussin' and fightin', sayin' we ain't workin'
I'm sorry that I made mistakes 'cause I ain't perfect
If I go broke then me and my niggas purgin'
Designer cover pain, that's why I love it when I splurge it
Ayy, money root of evil, but for me it solve problems
Mama disappointed I ain't wanna go to college
I be trappin' for them foreigns, get my mama out them Camrys
I been way up out my zone, I just hope they understand me, gang
[Outro]
Thank you, Ralph
Thank you, Ralph
[Verse]
If you ain't shot at nothin', your opinion do not mean shit
Same ones askin' for somethin' said I wouldn't be shit
Ten toes down, keep my feet up on the cement
Lil Dino caught a body, now they callin' him a demon
Used to walk around rockin' Payless
Heard they say they tryna kill us, brodie, say less, ayy
I just dropped a verse for this paycheck
This forty stopped his ass in traffic, that's a brake check
Bitches know I break necks
Why these niggas all up on my dick like a latex?
I ain't fallin' off, I ain't even reach my apex
Before I eat myself, I ask my brodie if he ate yet
Better wait before the put on, I ain't even on the eight yet
Been callin' from the county, few way in and I mute the phone
He sentimental, he thinkin' 'bout when he comin' home
My family hated on me 'til the money came, I proved them wrong
I love my girl family, G-O-D, I treat them like my own
When I was broke, on God, you always put me first
The streets is sticky, you with me, I put it in your purse
I say I'm blessed every day 'cause shit, it could be worse
Cam was with me hittin' niggas, now he on a shirt
Ayy, the streets is wicked, lost some niggas, why I'm in my feelings
I'm still posted on my block and I ain't never switchin'
You lost a brother, lost a soldier, make sure niggas feelin'
When I'm alone, I smoke this dope to help a nigga heal it
Ayy, this shit just make me numb so I can't even feel shit
I was broke and bummy so I had to steal shit
My nigga doin' life, hard for him to feel shit
Ayy, I cut back on the mud 'cause it ain't help to heal shit
Lot of South K but ain't droppin' no bodies
A lot of rappin' 'bout them guns but ain't poppin' nobody
We rock with Glocks, fully autos, ain't rockin' no shotties
Now these bougie bitches choosin' on me 'cause a nigga poppin'
Ayy, cuzzo did his skit, we ain't jump him in
They said I wouldn't be shit 'til I touched me like ten
And I'ma buy my mom a crib before I flood my wrist
When I was broke, niggas ain't throw me dope, that's why I love my bitch
And lately I done had the same dreams
All this prayin' still ain't save me, I been feelin' like ain't nothin' workin' lately
Seein' my niece's smile made me wish I had a baby
Might as well start prayin' to this pistol, it's what saves me
All this fussin' and fightin', sayin' we ain't workin'
I'm sorry that I made mistakes 'cause I ain't perfect
If I go broke then me and my niggas purgin'
Designer cover pain, that's why I love it when I splurge it
Ayy, money root of evil, but for me it solve problems
Mama disappointed I ain't wanna go to college
I be trappin' for them foreigns, get my mama out them Camrys
I been way up out my zone, I just hope they understand me, gang
[Outro]
Thank you, Ralph