Letters From Da 6 Lyrics

Knew he wasn't the killer, but we gon' treat him like he is

Grandma talkin bout , I should remember why this pistol on my hip

I can't no that used to play me when I was broke as

I was the first one on the boulevard, when they told me niggas was tryna spin

I'm still grandma's favorite, babe, she said, boy, you outta jail, the lord saved you

Tell the truth, I learned my lesson, I ain't wit no nigga who ain't steppin

Was it a miracle or a blessing? Next time we catch him, he gone to heaven

I'm tryna weigh my options today, 5-5-6 or the 5-7

Brought my drum up in the studio, put some more beats up in this session

He ain't play the shower today, I call Lil Quay, he gon' wet him

Free my cousin, Joe Kaine, he caught a murder, 12, ain't get no confession

He down in Yardsville thuggin', the opps, belt to ass when he catch him

Opps dissin' on IG, I think these lil niggas tryna test me

She me after she big mere, I think this lil ho tryna bless me

Off to Adderall 20s, I ain't been getting too much sleep

Judge said he hope, i got remorse when he released me to the streets

I'm so sorry, we killed your son, I ain't mean to make you cry

If I woulda let him get his gun, I would've been the one who died

I know that was your only one, I had to be the one to survive

I had to empty out my gun, so I could see my mama smile

I'm so sorry, killed your son, I ain't mean to make you cry

If I woulda let him get his gun, I woulda been the one who died

I know that was your only one, I had to be the one to survive

I had to empty out my gun, so I could see my mama smile

My lil' bruh ready to deliver, he hot and ready like Lil' Ceasars

Racks up in my jeans, been trappin' and robbin' niggas for four seasons

She shakin' on close friends, just like my post' she tryin' to tease him

Bro be flippin' shit, I send him out, he don't care about no reason

Beat my murder charge, grandma screamin' out, thank you, Jesus

Too Many hoes up in my phone, swear to God, I don't need em

Best decisions, use a switch, all you gotta do is squeeze on

Bro, she necked me like a pro, I'm bout to put her on my team

I'm so sorry we killed your son, I ain't mean to make you cry

If I woulda let him get his gun, I woulda been the one who died

I know that was your only one, I had to be the one to survive

I had to empty out my gun, so I could see my mama smile

I'm so sorry we killed your son, I ain't mean to make you cry

If I woulda let him get his gun, I woulda been the one who died

I know that was your only one, I had to be the one to survive

I had to empty out my gun, so I could see my mama smile

He hot and ready like Lil Ceasar