Letter II Myself Lyrics

Making money off these methods I don't think I should confess it

I just wanna foster blue kids til I'm out these fucking trenches

I'm in love with all these dead men shit I must be fucking gay then

In my head like it's a closet I don't know when I'll come out

Telling kids in my projects "boy don't follow in my route"

Cause when the ceiling gets to falling you gone ask em for handouts

And they might give it to you but most likely make you bounce

Like we're playing basketball they'll tell you that your out of bounds

Double dribble in this life that'll put you in the ground

Please stop making them mistakes you might catch this fucking bout

Popping all these fucking footballs I don't know when I'll touchdown

In my feelings like I'm Waldo I don't know when I'll be found

Your own homies talking shit but they won't say it in your face

They just acting like a bitch cause they know you getting paid

And they asking for Doritos when you got a bag of Lays

And if you don't give it to them they gone act with some disdain

I'm a pane of fucking glass cause I keep this shit transparent

Life gone hit you with its belt like it is one of your parents

So you gotta be careful with the shit you're fucking saying

Gotta level up your money like you're going super sayain

Bitch stop looking at the menu and just make up your decision

All this indecisive thinking might lead you the wrong direction

God might put me to the test like my first name starts with Job

But I'll prove to him that I can really go through with the cost

With my god I signed a contract and he put that in the clause

And I do this shit for me I don't do it for the cause

All these bitches give an act screaming like fire alarms

And these bitches want me back they didn't want me in the start

On this beat I'm going off I don't think I'm gonna stop

Like a wheel going downhill but I'm going to the top

Feeling like chef boyardee the way I'm cooking up these suckers

I don't fuck with loops or flames just keep passing me the rustos

Painting on these fucking walls causing so much fucking ruction

Selling drugs during my job I was serving in construction

I was really moving rocks I was really pushing pounds

And that has a double meaning man my points you ain't deducting

Got some voices in my head bitch I'm talking to myself

I don't know when I'll be dead but I don't think about that now

And they say I cannot make it all they have is fucking doubts

But I don't do this shit for them this a letter to myself

I don't do this shit for them this a letter to myself

I don't do this shit for them man this a letter to myself