NDA Lyrics

We coulda been the best thing to ever happen

When a nigga started winning you was never clapping

You was sitting on the sidelines slick chatting

Claiming that it's love attached, man just quit acting

I damn near don't trust a soul that be saying that

Cause most of the times, I hear it and it's blatant cap

I know y'all wondering

Chacon how you figure that

Imma break it down for ya, lemme take it back

People will tell you everything but the harshest truth

I can say that shit myself, because I do it too

I catch myself in bullshit and feel just like you

Difference is I man up and tell it inna booth

Had a girlfriend, thought we coulda stayed solid

Left me for a bum, man that shit was outta pocket

She gone try to come around when she see this profit

This sixteen gone get me paid shoutout Tyler Lockett

Yet I feel like Russ in his prime

Put these niggas on my back and still lost most of the time

Those who wanna see me fail, it's a hell of a line

I'm my mama only son, so you know Imma shine

Yet I feel like Russ in his prime

Put these niggas on my back and still lost most of the time

Those who wanna see me fail, it's a hell of a line

I'm my mama only son, so you know Imma shine

I seen you looking at me funny when I came through

Never understood that brodie, this coulda been you

I ain't talking to niggas I left in high school

Nigga you a bitch forever, a real foot stool

Who the fuck is you

Man Nigga what you tryna do

You niggas is dog food

Lost in my thoughts this time around

It's obvious the tension I feel when I'm back in town

I know that we bump heads, but hoping you stick around

You held me down whenever I wasn't making a sound

I hope you get this letter it's purely my honest truth

And everything I'm saying is strictly addressed to you

No beating round the bush, directly talking to you

I know you hate this shit, but fuck it that's what we do

You push away the people who love you & give you hope

The ones who respect you, refer to you as a goat

They put you on the highest of pedestals that's fasho

They treat you like a God in yo city, act like you know

They hype you, fake like you, excite you, & give you praise

They love you to the point where you giving niggas a raise

They fuck with you so much, it put you deep in a daze

But don't get comfortable, cause nigga that shit can fade

And you can be the next failed rapper to not succeed

And then them same people gone blame it on hoes and weed

You copped a couple dollars & really thought you was freed

They target even more when you paid, them pockets bleed

The ball in your court never lies, bitch you Rasheed

Privileged rappers and weird hoes is not your speed

You cut pretty different my nigga, oh yes indeed

You fuck with everybody, the paid or ones in need

But still with all that love and affection the streets got

You stop saying yes one day and then it stops

The hoes walk away and them niggas turn into cops

And then yo same fans is shitting on all your drops

If you ain't figured out, this letter is just for you

You wanna save the world, but it's time for you to save you

And fuck it, for the record I'll give you another clue

Rico C, look in the mirror, this letter strictly for you