LETTER TO HOYA

Stuck in trap Late night bippin tryna get me sack But that's not where it's at These envious rats Back dooring shit till they get em a rack But I'm doubling back wit a p and a mac I'm tryna leave niggas flat Still fighting these demons but drugs been getting me back So I sit and relax Late night thuggin it's just me and these tracks Figuring out ways just to get on the map Make sure my team fed cause if I don't then it's back to struggle and flipping these packs Told bro stay in the field and keep gettin them sacks Southeast made I done seen niggas die for a rap And I'm just speaking facts hold on And I'm just speaking facts no cap Niggas be entitled and act like I owe em He don't got the guidance my nigga just show em He lost his man so I know that he torn Hating ass niggas they move like a swarm Too deep in the streets so he losing his focus He wanted to leave so I gave him a token He ain't the men but brodie was chosen But this what I told em I told him be patient He got a chance with the rap shit I told him I know he make it He still couldn't shake it Traumatized by all of the shit he was faking I know that he hate it He had the ball in his hands so I told him to take it And watch for these niggas they flakey Never said it was easy He got a glock 23 for a nigga that's hoping he sweet Steady sweeping streets Brodie on get back He lost his cousin just the other week I told him keep piece I know how dangerous it get so I hope one day that he find peace The trenches is a beast If you can't thug on the north then make sure slide back to east I hope that you prosper This shit right here for the drank lords that I know could've been doctors I hope that you watch her Bitches be picking and choosing and make sure you gone for a dollar I hope that you safe I know how slimey and viscous it get when back round the way I hope you keep drac Probably some niggas that can't wait to get you out the way