LETTER FROM US 2 ft. ihatejxhn Lyrics

So weary and tired, hiding in the street So weary and tired, doing nothing all day

So weary and tired, I had to get this mafia shit back in order

Me and my niggas so close, make them godfathers of my daughters

Niggas talking close out game, I shoot them down in the fourth quarter

Y'all niggas saving money, we a bunch of hoarders

Nike shoeboxes, money filled up

Going through so much of pain, this shit was building up

Suspension going up, this shit was killing us

Put your feelings in the blunt, but it ain't healing ya

Niggas swear they doing the most, but not doing the minimum

Talking plug, talk with the criminals

Have a opp killed by a 9, popping champagne at your funeral

Tell niggas get it in blood like a ritual

Five hour trips, turn two into four, six into twelve

After that, I built me a store, niggas fall in love with a whore

Back on onlyfans. They spending all they cash in advance

Back up on the chain though, I ain't got no money for you

Or a damn cheap hoe, I'd rather go get paper and a range rove

Looking at this model bitch, taking pictures but she faceless

Body looking right, face looking like shit

Baby it's magic, Shaq Penny Hardaway

And shooting niggas down, you feel this fade away

Looking at the love on this bullet, watch the fade away

Nigga it was all love, it's a shame when I put it on the glove

I kill niggas with kindness, let's be honest

None of these niggas can fuck with my stylus

Yeah, a couple of different cloth and I've designed it

Osama flow in the tunnel, my rhymes so hard to find it

So weary and tired, these niggas got they hands out

Like please give me a job, too busy standing on my shit

Ain't no sitting around, I got a couple open wounds

I need to give it some time, my niggas steady going up

We ain't hitting our prime, these niggas peaked at high school

Now they on the decline, watch their eyes roll back

As I'm hitting the spot, with no time on the clock

I'm still taking the shot

Talking to myself in the dark but we can't get along

Never had to say too much, cause my word is bond

Still going over your head, like a carry on

Never chased the one that got away, like a hit and run

I was spoon feeding bitches cause they had a silver tongue

Scared to get involved, hard to tell what you really on

Hoping it's your number, every time a nigga check his phone

Never needed luck, I broke a leg cause I was stepping strong

Twinkling your eyes, different colors like a rainbow

Keeping your secrets in black and white, like a checkerboard

Shame on me, you left that knife inside my back again

Can't sit and pretend, like I don't know what's happening

If life is like a book, I wonder how this chapter ends

She tell me that she never coming back, till she back again

Grip it and it's tight, fuck around and break her back again

You thought it was funny, till you realize they were laughing

That you wanna drive the boat, gotta talk to the captain

So weary and tired

Hiding in the streets

So weary and tired

Nothing all day

So weary and tired

Hiding in the streets

So weary and tired

Tired