Letter From The Spittle (Who Got Me???) Lyrics

Brodie just past me the strap and I got you

Ima' go post on the block, I shoot that shit until I die

I don't really care if I die no more so nigga I'll shoot at the cops

Oh no no they cannot book me, I'm alone and I'm crying for help

I tell them just look how I'm looking

I keep thinking if I die tonight nigga would my family miss me

Fuck it I'm Skiippy boo-boo-boo-boo, all I really know is get busy

I'm high off da za and I'm dipping

Can't fuck with these jawns' they tripping and I can't walk without no gat cuz' nigga I'm really mission

They pop shit but they missing

I'm sorry I had to get distant, they say they love me but look where it's at I don't got time just to fix shit

They said they'll help us but look where we at, man we still stuck in the trenches

Nigga I used to feel benches now I don't got time for these bitches, and I don't got time for no new friends cuz half of y'all snakes, and y'all snitches

Brodie just ran up a check by himself and he always ready for blicking, nigga I'm starving, I'm itching, look at me carving inventions

I went to war with the guns in my pants cuz' nigga we started the scrimmage

469 we blickin' we trappin' for real, that street shit y'all do it for image

Some fathers and sons is up under my belt I feel holy I'm smoking on spirits

I cannot make the shit clearer, pick up ya manz lil' nigga

Yeah pick up ya' manz lil nigga

I ain't safe from the storm, I ain't safe from the war, I ain't safe from the rain yet

I ain't safe from the darkness, I'm feeling depressed, I ain't safe from the pain yet

She thinking I'm hard cuz' I'm bussin' these traps and opps gettin brains whacked but deep down inside I really wan' cry but I cannot say that

Let's speak facts nigga, I don't they don't got my back nigga

That's all I've been feeling is that nigga

They can't tell me how to feel, tell me how to live or tell me to relax nigga

But sometimes I can see the bigger picture

Waking up to a fuckin' billion but I been walkin miles in a cold December

Shot five times in a warm September, cold October feeling like November

Is the love real I don't really feel it, washing pain away sometimes I still remember

Gettin distant tryna' stack the cheddar

Forty on my got me feeling better, why I bring my brother man I still regret it but it's the Qadr I just gotta' except it

But it's the Qadr I just gotta' except it

I ain't safe from the storm, I ain't safe from the war, I ain't safe from the rain yet

I ain't safe from the darkness, I'm feeling depressed, I ain't safe from the pain yet

She thinking I'm hard cuz' I'm bussin' these traps and opps gettin brains whacked but deep down inside I really wan' cry but I cannot say that

No cap

My fault my voice messed up right now but Skiip nigga

46 shit, go