Pain Letter Pt1
don carleone
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Yo, Mereka, you're so icy I miss my nigga, Seem I never got to tell em I love em Yeah I miss my niggas, seem I never got to tell em I love em I miss my granny and my uncle, if I could I would hug em Treat my niggas like my brothers, put nobody above em Treat my sisters with respect and not a body to touch em Granddad passed away and then the pain I had doubled My momma strong, I really seen that lady go through the struggle I never had a lot of nothing, proud to say I got something If niggas ask what's on my mind, I'd probably tell you it's nothing Just take a look right in my eyes, could've seen the pain deep inside Ree pops passed away, ain't been the same with the guys Rip my heart right out my chest when I find out you died You believed in a nigga when nobody else tried Ex telling me she love me, keep on telling me lies Ain't got no love in this shit, that's why I'm cutting all ties Ain't got no love in these streets cause niggas breaking the code Ain't got no love for a bitch, that's why I'm breaking her bones Kick her out and then I'm gone and then it's back to the road I get more love out of state, don't feel the same when I'm home Put a tab on his head, if I pay it he gone If I catch him, I'ma kill him, they gon' say that I'm wrong Shit, they probably point me out to be a villain anyway I ain't Captain Save a hoe, I ain't never wear a cape Call his crib the steakhouse, my niggas plottin' outback Thumbin' through some dawg shit, you need both hands to count that Bounce back, when I was down, them niggas counted me out Same ones they wanna follow, now they shouting me out F*ck your mention, pay attention how they riding your clout These niggas ain't got no direction, so they riding your route It's hard to find a nigga like me I'm tryna tell them Feds they ever try to fight me No, I ain't telling, bro, gon' shoot just like he Spike Lee But he a felon, lil' bro wanna be just like me Hope I don't fail him I ain't never been a role model I'm the nigga in the club with the gold bottles I'm the type of nigga tell a bitch to drink the whole bottle I'm a bad influence Type of nigga get a bag and show you how to move it Type of nigga get some cash, tell you how to do it God, he gave me all this talent, hope I never lose it I done took a million Ls, but I ain't never losing I been livin' out my dream, but I been hardly snoozin' If I could get my dog back, I'd give it all back I miss your last call, nigga cant even call back I'm here in disbelief, just lookin' at your call log Should I go to work or f*ck it, I might call off I put you on a song, won't put you on a shirt, nigga Lookin' at your kids, I swear this shit hurt, nigga All this pain inside the drugs won't even work, nigga When you lose somebody close, that shit hurt different, nigga Pain letter Yeah I miss you I love you Yo, bro, it's Shiz I lost my phone and shit, but why the f*ck you ain't tell me you was in L.A. Tap in, bro, I been out here for two weeks
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