Letter to Myself
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Chorus: Let em in (2x) Boog its yo inner conscious Perfect insecurities Modest Impurities, ‘ F*ck it nigga, let em see Let em in (2x) Dick Pic,no reply I’ont think she like the size. In my eyez, I’ll go ahead, and let this tiny fucka fly. Nigga watch yo mouth, i know my momma raised you better. I'm focused on this music, I'm just tryna chase this cheddar. Yessir, nigga get that money,grab a whole tuuuuuub of it. When you finally f*ck that bitch, make sure she dont ruuuuun from it. Chill, when you find a wife, boy you find a good thing. When you go to sleep bet ha ass pawn the wedding ring. All these hoes the same,MVP’s of they own game. She tryna get chose, and don't even know yo real name. Chill, it like that, Tell me what is then? Love is a battlefield, I want her to fight back. Mhmm, thats yo answer Boog?? I don't even like that. Last time I Took yo advice and she aint write back. Thing bout these hoes, when one leave, one come right back. Now chill, big man and go and sip on this night cap. Chours: Let em in(2x) Boog its yo inner concious Perfect insecurities Modest Impurities, ‘ F*ck it nigga, let em see Let em in (2x) Oh my God, you aint sick of being broke nigga? All these hoes laughing, I aint heard a joke nigga? All these people laughing cuz they really think I'm funny. They laughing at yo ass because you aint getting no money. What, you, bout, to, do, nigga? Rap yo life ? I got people in our contacts,to change our whole life nigga. 1 dial, 1 text, 1 call away. Come on Boog, throw that shit away. Im walking on the straight and narrow , Straighter than arrow. You living like a peasant, don't you wanna be the pharaoh. Go a head buddy, make that call to the trap again. Flip acouple packs And then bam Back to rap again. Naw I aint like that, no gangsta in my blood. Its cool, half the niggas in the game aint a thug. Its all about an imagean our shit is lookin broken. SHUT THE F*CK UP, cuz the real me has spoken. Chours: Boog its yo inconcious Perfect insecruities Modest Impurties, ‘ F*ck it nigga, let em see Mind of a demon, but a image of Angel. Rearrange the beanie, cuz my horns in my halo. 3rd strike in heaven, mixed communion with the Cuervo. Got kicked out and Jesus Christ told me lay low. I aint even like that, I'm preaching to the choir. These niggas had The Goonies, Real Niggas had The Wire. Watching tape on Omar, tryna be Stringer Bell. If Spam wasn't in yo diet, i don't think this Ring a Bell. Time to tame my otha side, it's hard to embrace it. If it wasn't for my other side, I woulda caught some cases. Yall dont understand my brain, Got yin and yang, Part of Control is not doing a thang. On some K Dot but Bigger Sean shit, Under John shit. Boog just stands for a ticking time bomb bitch. We cant even count bars, We go till the beat off. Let em in(2x) Boog its yo inner conscious Perfect insecurities Modest Impurities, ‘ F*ck it nigga, let em see Let em in (2x)
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Written by: ANDREW ARCHER, JOSHUA BROWN
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