Letter To Myself Lyrics

I do this by myself, nigga, don't need no help, nigga,

All of you that doubted me, look

Shout out my nana, I know that she proud of me

Please stay away from me, look

I got this 40, it won't leave this side of me

Give me a minute, stack high, stay low, gotta move independent

When you turn, ain't no help to your left, ain't no help to your right

So, fuck it, stand up and go get it

Let's talk about money, I move by my own

Going home to a home that ain't home

No, I ain't dissing nobody too grown

What was you when I went through the storm

I was the only one getting involved

I was the only one healing from scars

I had to go make a man of myself

None of you knew that my father was gone

None of my family could get along

This a letter to myself

Please remain humble, little nigga, you strong

Everything changed once he heard auntie gone

Called up my cousins, I told them stay strong

That's what she told me, just keep going strong

I lost my sister, she was newly born

I lost my sister, she was newly born

All of this pain done made me a demon

Don't care if you ready or not

Back out this knocker, just give me a reason

Niggas switch up, now I'm up and they down

So I'm laughing at niggas for reasons

I don't think I got time no more

This my time for sure, gotta cop a new freezer

You beefing with niggas and not touching money

My nigga just give me a reason

Niggas get shot, then they make songs

This is why I move how I move for a reason

If you keep playing, won't show no remorse

I'm shooting from deep like a piston

Was built to go get it and get it again

Gotta stack it to the ceiling

Nana mad cause her baby bad

Plus you know I'm Coolen with the shotters

Auntie told me chill, told her that I can't

I'm more than what these niggas thought of

Why you try to disrespect

Big Mack tucked up on my waist with the safety off

Come and test

I don't jack nothing and I never did

But this nigga coming from the trench

I ain't seen nothing, I don't know nobody

You should know what's happening next

Shout out to Davo and Splack

Those are my brothers, Young King and Lil Nigga, we next

They like Benzo, he wild and he buggin'

All I see in is a check

Stack it till you lose breath

Bro hit my line, I said, Brody, I got it, don't worry

You know I'm a demon

Mama, she praying for me, but fuck it though

I do what I do for a reason

I'm swimming deep, coming from deep ends

From the concrete, coming from cement

Progress, I hope that you see this

Ain't got no time, stop hitting my line

Time to go up and then leave them