LETTER FROM US III ft. ihatejxhn Lyrics

I'm back up on this boat, no time to feel the wave

Been goin' through so much hell but still find time givin' God praise

I got niggas still breathin' but they did to me like they really passed away

Got a whole obituary for him, I read it at that grave

I was born broke, I cannot go out the same way

Need me a chick who chase the back, eat a cake like Anna Maye

Looking at this hoe with BBLs, no ass that's been fak

She wakin' up, I'm demon time, yes, she's so far from grace

And they love to hate they throwin' dirt back on my fuckin' name

Everybody pointin' fingers, know that was the one to blame

I guess that made me the bad guy, walkin' up like I'm Scarface

Everybody got a business plan, they gon' drown in it like it's Shark Tank

I can now tell you what you gon' do, make sure to make your own move

I been right back at peace, baby, I don't even argue

And I been in my whip, talkin' to my money, I ain't mean to go call you

I been right back at peace, baby, I can't even harm you

I had you in my crosshairs but now I got you in my sights

So when I shoot my shot, I aim precise, gotta get it right

You can pack a bag for overnight and go and pick a flight

I cannot argue with you, baby, I can't pick no fight

I ain't time to judge you, I am not no lynn toler

Lookin' at my wrists is hot and cold like it's bipolar

Everybody wanna be the man, then they fuckin' froze up

When they in position to, tell me what you gon' do

Yeah, and I'm a big mood, yeah, I been your type

I'ma let you know right now I'm bout to get that extra rice

With this damn steak, uh, with that wagyu

I been right back in my bag, oh, I can't call you

Right back on this plane again, while I'm drinkin' champagne

Looking at my clothes, I wear my own brand name, this that shit

I'm about to do another song, go and play this hit

She gon' play it Saturday, she gon' probably reminisce

How it used to be, with you hangin' back to me

Now I'm back up in the air, listen to Frank Beverly

My life back up in the maze, got my head back in the braid

Yeah, it's back up in the day, back when I was broke, boy

Now I been the main man, you gon' feel this shit

Ain't this shit, we gon' stack it up, boy, hell yeah

Lookin at my fam, takin' care, boy, need health care

Lookin at my niggas, makin' paper, no more welfare

You be a musician, ain't nobody ever heard you

Sure, why

Because I love music, it's in my head, I can't get it out

Never second-guessin' blesses, I'm correctly adjustin' it

No more stressin' off my ex, just catch me flexin' in public

Can make your dreams come true, with the press of a button

They'll hit you with the Smith & Wesson, from the neck and above it

Cause niggas think they doin' somethin', I been flexin' they muscles

Shit got out of hand, so I never would judge it

Just know my bitches comin' first, cause they second to none

They get to steppin' on your neck, you're disrespected to dawn

Pressure is on, start confessin' they crimes

He made a deal with the devil, saw the death in his eyes

Can't repent for his sins, he started beggin' for God

Do me a favor, play it, and just step to the side

Your request was denied, if niggas wet you with the ticket

Take a second to dry, or you get left in the box

Candy detector, spend no time connectin' the dots

My people swear they get the message, but they never respond

It's gone