Letter From The Inside Lyrics

Seven Okay Okay Okay Okay

This a letter I wrote for when I go away

Free em RIP em I'm still on that type time

I take Arizona & make it dirty as a bitch

15 minute calls from the jail wishing I was in my hotel

Release all my shit on pre sales

My bitch do something foul, say seven Sapir me the details

Music videos inside my email

Drop whatever them folks be all ears

Looking down at my Choppa blood on my gun & some dried tears

I wonder how eugine feel (Noonie)

Up the road for 30 more years

Any kites sent my way I read all mail

Fuck a nigga and what they feel I got my feet on niggas forehead

Watch Finesse slang iron for me I can't believe how my bro went

Heard she got a baby now I can't believe how that hoe went

3rdward everyday I ain't been to the hood in a second

That shit played out foul with Yella , you know my heart been heavy

Bitch say she crying bout me & that ain't making no hoe special

Seen a bitch cry In my face whole time she fucking this other nigga

Bloe this money on all my niggas before I take a bitch to Dillard's

When the judge send me back just pray I'm home before November

Told baby play it how you want, I'm Tha Ticket hoe remember

And I love to pour up I wanted drank wrapped up for Christmas

Being cautious I'm so cautious

I'm taking pills and I ain't ate know this shit got me so nauseous

Get em off Me get these fucking demons off me

Dead body's everywhere it ain't no room for me to walk in

My first ten thousand wish I blew it all on Choppas

I was Thugging with my Potna no we never seen his mama

My bitch a goddess & I'm a motherfuckin problem

Sneaking out the house to thug when my sister supposed to watch us

And I ain't lien that shit fucking with my pride

My first 15 bands wish I blew it all on nine's

I watch you switch sides you crossed that line I ain't surprised

If I had a chance to give my life to Yanna I'd do it a thousand times

And I'm trying to learn to stay away your probably curse me if I stay

100 bands if he gone, they gone murk that boy today

No this Bag can't get me home if the judge take my bond away

Had a bracelet on my leg wherever I move them hoes track me

If karma never been a bitch then baby we could've called it even

You know it's hard to make a switch when you can't read these folks intentions

Still hard to deal with death a million times I done seen it

Still hard to tell what's left when love blinding you from leaving (talk to em seven)

I know this story to many times I done seen it