Thug Letter

(Richie) (B100) (And my music so fuckin' Majorx) No stylist, but look like I hit Coachella Came up, now I'm livin' even better Writin' notes, this a thug letter Tryna get my mind together Blood stains on my sweater Blood on designer denim Now we eat finer dinners I ain't just rhymin' with 'em Can't keep up with no gnats OG still throw back Swear it get deep, new Kangol hat Locked in the booth, nigga know where I'm at Livin' my life, this just ain't rap F*ck-ass niggas be cap Test these waters, hope you strapped Finna take my whole life off the map I'm a hood baby, everybody know Growin' up, pops slangin' dope In poverty, the funds been low My big brother in and out of court I'm saving up 'cause you never know Old money stashed in the floor Judge called life for the bro Damn, they did my nigga wrong Paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep Pull up in a 'burban, all black truck to get from A to Z Locked in with my grind because I know that's the best way to be I want you to hold it all the way down for a real nigga I appreciate the family that's on my side and that's still with me No stylist, but look like I hit Coachella Came up, now I'm livin' even better Writin' notes, this a thug letter Tryna get my mind together Blood stains on my sweater Blood on designer denim Now we eat finer dinners I ain't just rhymin' with 'em Can't keep up with no gnats OG still throw back Swear it get deep, new Kangol hat Locked in the booth, nigga know where I'm at Livin' my life, this just ain't rap F*ck-ass niggas be cap Test these waters, hope you strapped Finna take my whole life off the map A lot of fans tellin' me that I made it Came from nothin', I'm on-on, baby Stackin' real Benjamins up lately How you hatin' and your shit outdated? In the studio, I'm gettin' faded Old school, put the bitch on Daytons Private chef whippin' grits and bacon I hustle for it, I can't let you take it Ain't no money for you inside Crossing states in the Redeye It feel so late, but I'm on time Pass me the ball, I'ma dunk mine OG Mason, real on the dime Great lamb chops from Ocean Prime Gettin' more money, still on my mind Flip that shit when it's crunch time (That's why we gon') paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep Pull up in a 'burban, all black truck to get from A to Z Locked in with my grind because I know that's the best way to be Paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep Pull up in a 'burban, all black truck to get from A to Z Locked in with my grind because I know that's the best way to be Paint the city red so quick and fast soon as you play with me This here in my hand, I hit one time and put you straight to sleep