Letter 2

Cuz when the music hits the brain This shit all makes sense We used to post up on the block By the picked fence Used to through 5 on a blunt see how High we can get I Never thought I never see you again Cuz when the music hits the brain This shit all makes sense We used to post up on the block Right in front of your crib Moms trippin Cuz all the stupid shit we did Keep your head up I know shits rough doing your bid What up Vince Alota shits changed since you been gone You wouldn't believe the shot that's goin on Yeah It's like the whole worlds gone mad Cant even step inside a store without a mask Politics the same still trash Still trash Still rolling my blunts Mixed with hash Mixed with hash Still remember all the time we laughed Mobbing up the city Mobbin everything we can And my crib on the block ain't there no more The pain making us strong Trynna hold on Early in the morning Watch the sunrise Posted With your cousins We drinking We getting high Yeah It's a crazy feeling no lie Knowing you above the clouds I know you hearing the sound This ain't what I imagined Its a long way from this Put one in the air And drink one up too this Alive in the spirit the feeling is so strong Gone in the flesh But your essence it lives on Lives on Yeah your eeesnce it live on So much on my mind I couldn't fit it in this song Cuz when the music hits the brain This shit all makes sense We used to post up on the block By the picked fence Used to through 5 on a blunt see how High we can get Never thought I never see you again Cuz when the music hits the brain This shit all makes sense We used to post up on the block Right in front of your crib Moms trippin Cuz all the stupid shit we did Keep your head up I know shits rough doing your bid What up Reps I know shits rough Doing your bid I'm writing you this letter Reminiscing when we was kids Uhh Who knew shit would be like this Trynna put it all together Make it all make sense I know you heard of Quiz I'm so proud of him I still post up with Stal Still rep PCN You know your boy still sick with the pen Beats still banging Produce exclusive shit And I heard about the ATF Rolling up on the block For 6 months they watched Audio recordings Federal photo shots The streets was hot Patrol cars circle the block Damn I guess it's until I see you again For now read them books Work out Get in them reps Cuz out here in the streets the same Shit going on Ima give you my math so we can talk more on a call Cuz when the music hits the brain This shit all makes sense We used to post up on the block By the picked fence Used to through 5 on a blunt see how High we can get Never thought I never see you again Cuz when the music hits the brain This shit all makes sense We used to post up on the block Right in front of your crib Moms trippin Cuz all the stupid shit we did Keep your head up I know shits rough doing your bid