I'ma write this letter off the top of my head
It's orchestrated sincerely
I'm doin' somethin' wrong when life tryna send me a message
Why else the fuck I still be stressin' after all these blessings?
I'm switchin' numbers, phone on DND, I'm mutin' my texts
After this tape, I'm movin' way farther than Texas (Ayy)
And I ain't been fuckin' 'round none of my exes
Your mom been wakin' up, cookin' me breakfast
I'm tryna be there for her, nigga, I'm tryna be there for you, but a nigga been tellin'
When I see you, then I see me, nigga, don't be me, jit, you could be better
Back in the G, I was runnin' the streets, everybody was with me gone forever
Niggas be dead, a nigga be locked up, I made it out, but I teared my sweater
Still in my nightmares, shit that I been through, pray you don't ever fight none of them devils
Pray you don't ever gotta sling your 'Retta, I been right 'longside you bustin' my metal
You ever end up stuck in the dirt, gotta pick out the diamonds, look at my bezel
Look at the face, shit, niggas be jealous, stay out the streets, these niggas be tellin'
Believe in your destiny, them crackers get you a felony 'bout a weapon
Ain't no testin' me and the chain gang, ain't no checkin' me
I'ma teach you 'bout life sayin' what I been through, I'm dissectin' it
This a lot of niggas' dream, comin' from a king, nigga, you was blessed in it
Couple thousand on your jeans, you can't even wear 'em yet, we just flexin' it
If you pick it up, it ain't no restin' it, when you say how you feel, put your chest in it
Where we from, it don't make you a beast, it make you a boss, I promise you Heaven-sent
Allah had sent me a lesson and it came as a blessing
Don't walk around with your hands out, if it's pressure, address it
You gotta manifest your dreams, don't waste your time with the reverend
If I could pray for one more thing, that both of us make it to Heaven
Just thought I'd write you a letter, mm
Oh, oh, oh, mm-mm
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
Allah keep sendin' me lessons and they comin' as blessings
Don't walk around with your hand out, if it's pressure, address it
You gotta manifest your dreams, don't waste your time with the reverend
If I could pray for one more thing, that both of us make it to Heaven
I thought I'd write you a letter
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