Letter to the streets (feat. Heeme Hussain)

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King Pwee

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Letter to the streets letter to my dawgs
Letter to the niggas I got locked behind them walls
Letter to the niggas that we lost without a cause
All we wanted was to ball swear I do this shit for y'all
In my younger days I been thru so much pain that I could cry
Just to have my brother back I'll give up everything I got
Got some Gangstas in heaven won't shoot my tool in the sky
Graduated from the streets we went to school on the block
We seen some hard times yea it was way too gutta
Salute them hard times cus that's what made us brothers
And thru them hard times that shit that made us hustlas
But before I picked that pack up I was a jacking motherfucker
Before you jump up off that porch you gotta jump off that curb
Don't tell me you went to jail lil nigga tell me what you learned
Gave the streets my whole heart you know what I got in return
I lost my dawgs I lost my mind boy that shit had me lost for words
Feel like I can't breathe
That ain't my nigga layin in that street dawg it can't be
Na it can't be
Sometimes I sit and ask the lord why he ain't take me
But I can't think like that cus I got three babies I love to death
For them to live 100 years I won't take another breath
I'll lose it all and start all over to have my brother here
Been through to much I'm to fucked up ill get you slumped for real
It's been a long year I had to roll one up and send a
Letter to the streets letter to my dawgs
Letter to the niggas I got locked behind them walls
Letter to the niggas that we lost without a cause
All we wanted was to ball swear I do this shit for y'all
In my younger days I been thru so much pain that I could cry
Just to have my brother back I'll give up everything I got
Got some Gangstas in heaven won't shoot my tool in the sky
Graduated from the streets we went to school on the block
Letter to the concrete
Life just like an instrumental gotta stay up on beat to keep the tool in arms reach
Don't trust a soul hope the ones I call my bros don't try to harm me
These streets hotter than palm beach them guns sing like r&b
Ratchets and blood fashion and drugs it's the cash we love
Mud baby we was bathed in the nastiest tubs
Road to riches on the path with my thugs
A nigga play while we performing he get clapped in the club
We shed blood sweat and tears for this shit
I got some patnas dead some doing years for this shit
Heart numb from all this pain man I can't feel for no bitch
Can't take no chance on showing love cus you'll get killed for that shit
Middle fingers up f*ck em' all
Young nigga out there with them packs up in his under draws
Young nigga ain't tryna hurt nobody he just wanna ball
When you get up niggas start to change and you can see who flaw
Just watch out for the laws and jealous niggas who wanna see you fall
Letter to the streets letter to my dawgs
Letter to my niggas who got locked behind them walls
Letter to them niggas that we lost without a cause
All we wanted was to ball swear I do this shit for y'all
In my younger days I been thru so much pain that I could cry
Just to have my brother back I'll give up everything I got
Got some Gangstas in heaven won't shoot my tool in the sky
Graduated from the streets we went to school on that block

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