Letters From Da 6

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