Letters Of Incarceration by NAJJEE Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
This for all my niggas
Locked up
All my niggas who can't see their kids
All my niggas who gotta serve a lil bid
We here for you
[Hook]
And I'm just tryna tell the truth
From the streets to the booth
From my niggas on the corners
To my niggas in them suits
To my bitches selling pussy
To my bitches up in class
To my niggas with degrees
To my niggas stacking cash
[Verse 1]
My cousin caught on the block
Maximum he gotta serve is two years in the spot
It gets on my fucking nerve
I told him give me a call
It's nothing if you need something
I get a call my niggas busted
How the fuck I'm gon' function
I'm jumping, itching, waiting for that lick
That'll take me from dirt poor to rich
Less fortunate to it
To all my niggas working 9-5
Nevermind them hating niggas you on your grind
I know a nigga doing 9-5
Searching for a deeper meaning in his life
You got one chance nigga better fuckin do it right
There's a lesson in it all
A hand when you fall
A blessing for all my niggas to shed light when you gone
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Not to mention my other cousin is knocked by them law
Fuck the DA, NYPD they could all
All those mothers who done cried for sons
Lost in the fire
We niggas born to expire
In the ghetto we born survivors
I could send my fam a bitch, just to give him head
Some fresh all white kicks
Commas certainly keep him fed
I'm sorry I prolonged
Pockets wasn't so strong
Just wait til a nigga home
I gotchu I'm gon be on
Shorty I wanna freak her
Bonita apple was bomb
I cut it laced with ether
We trapping hard for sneakers
They sneakers for lord jesus
Just bless us we facing demons
Blue and whites they seek us
Just save your guard
We need em
And my momma even told me
Boy you never trust police
Even text me say be careful
When you see they in them streets
And I never talk to law
I got jumped before my father
Brought me to identify sorry I don't recall
Yeah
This for all my niggas
Locked up
All my niggas who can't see their kids
All my niggas who gotta serve a lil bid
We here for you
[Hook]
And I'm just tryna tell the truth
From the streets to the booth
From my niggas on the corners
To my niggas in them suits
To my bitches selling pussy
To my bitches up in class
To my niggas with degrees
To my niggas stacking cash
[Verse 1]
My cousin caught on the block
Maximum he gotta serve is two years in the spot
It gets on my fucking nerve
I told him give me a call
It's nothing if you need something
I get a call my niggas busted
How the fuck I'm gon' function
I'm jumping, itching, waiting for that lick
That'll take me from dirt poor to rich
Less fortunate to it
To all my niggas working 9-5
Nevermind them hating niggas you on your grind
I know a nigga doing 9-5
Searching for a deeper meaning in his life
You got one chance nigga better fuckin do it right
There's a lesson in it all
A hand when you fall
A blessing for all my niggas to shed light when you gone
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Not to mention my other cousin is knocked by them law
Fuck the DA, NYPD they could all
All those mothers who done cried for sons
Lost in the fire
We niggas born to expire
In the ghetto we born survivors
I could send my fam a bitch, just to give him head
Some fresh all white kicks
Commas certainly keep him fed
I'm sorry I prolonged
Pockets wasn't so strong
Just wait til a nigga home
I gotchu I'm gon be on
Shorty I wanna freak her
Bonita apple was bomb
I cut it laced with ether
We trapping hard for sneakers
They sneakers for lord jesus
Just bless us we facing demons
Blue and whites they seek us
Just save your guard
We need em
And my momma even told me
Boy you never trust police
Even text me say be careful
When you see they in them streets
And I never talk to law
I got jumped before my father
Brought me to identify sorry I don't recall