Letter From The Inside

Seven Okay Okay Okay Okay This a letter I wrote for when I go away Free em RIP em I'm still on that type time I take Arizona & make it dirty as a bitch 15 minute calls from the jail wishing I was in my hotel Release all my shit on pre sales My bitch do something foul, say seven Sapir me the details Music videos inside my email Drop whatever them folks be all ears Looking down at my Choppa blood on my gun & some dried tears I wonder how eugine feel (Noonie) Up the road for 30 more years Any kites sent my way I read all mail F*ck a nigga and what they feel I got my feet on niggas forehead Watch Finesse slang iron for me I can't believe how my bro went Heard she got a baby now I can't believe how that hoe went 3rdward everyday I ain't been to the hood in a second That shit played out foul with Yella , you know my heart been heavy Bitch say she crying bout me & that ain't making no hoe special Seen a bitch cry In my face whole time she fucking this other nigga Bloe this money on all my niggas before I take a bitch to Dillard's When the judge send me back just pray I'm home before November Told baby play it how you want, I'm Tha Ticket hoe remember And I love to pour up I wanted drank wrapped up for Christmas Being cautious I'm so cautious I'm taking pills and I ain't ate know this shit got me so nauseous Get em off Me get these fucking demons off me Dead body's everywhere it ain't no room for me to walk in My first ten thousand wish I blew it all on Choppas I was Thugging with my Potna no we never seen his mama My bitch a goddess & I'm a motherfuckin problem Sneaking out the house to thug when my sister supposed to watch us And I ain't lien that shit fucking with my pride My first 15 bands wish I blew it all on nine's I watch you switch sides you crossed that line I ain't surprised If I had a chance to give my life to Yanna I'd do it a thousand times And I'm trying to learn to stay away your probably curse me if I stay 100 bands if he gone, they gone murk that boy today No this Bag can't get me home if the judge take my bond away Had a bracelet on my leg wherever I move them hoes track me If karma never been a bitch then baby we could've called it even You know it's hard to make a switch when you can't read these folks intentions Still hard to deal with death a million times I done seen it Still hard to tell what's left when love blinding you from leaving (talk to em seven) I know this story to many times I done seen it