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Letters
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Letters wurde am 16. Mai 2026 von Flatline Nizzy als Teil des Albums Landlord Livin 2 veröffentlicht
16. Mai 2026
LabelFlatline Nizzy
SpracheEnglish
BPM90
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

And now right here, this for my mama for not losing hope
Daddy in jail, so shit, I had to show myself the ropes
And I don't blame you for that Christmas when we just got some coats
Whoever thought when it got hot, I’d start selling dope?
I still remember way back when my 8th birthday hit
And Willie G was playing like he done seen a ton of shit
Came home from school and ain't had nothing, you knew I was pissed
And then you gave me your last five like, decide what you get?
I'm tryna buy you a big house, livin' free on the rent
I coulda been bought you that house, all this money I spent
I coulda been bought you that house, all this shit I done lent
I put my love out on them streets and I didn't make sense
And I apologize, but I'm not the scholar guy
I want you to know you ain't do shit to get me traumatized
I want you to know I'm gon' be good, I let my llama fly
Just pray that I stay free and we gon' always see them dollar signs
And now these lines is for my **** who done kept it real
You the same **** when you jammed and when you in that field
You hold me down through think & thin ain't no question I will
You got some beef, I got some beef, I can't let you get killed
I still got love for all my thugs runnin' wild on the north
We was friends before n****s, we was still playin' sports
I never thought we'd separate how we jumped off the porch
But if it's fuck me, then it's fuck you, ain't got no remorse
This same n***a that used to eat from me eatin' my back
And I made sure he had a plate, never fed him my scraps
We both could get it for a low I got n****s that tax
Life a gamble I’m tryna wit it I don’t been play craps, huh?
You know I ride for you, I catch that homicide for you
Head first in that water, I can't swim, but I'ma die for you
Fuck a right or wrong, whatever night, I'm by your side for you
You know when you touch down, I always had a glock in five for you
Now this verse is for my cousin Weez, R.I.P.
Weez And that's some shit that I still can't believe
We wasn't speakin', see, that's why I feel that extra grief
Like, fuck music, been runnin' ruthless with these .23s
Aunt ? Told me man y'all family wit a better bond
In jail you was talkin’ down and you knew you was wrong
But on the real I really felt I held that grudge too long
Cause on the real I never thought you would be dead and gone
And that's my bad, n***a, you knew what we had, n***a
You know that I fed n****s, can't go visit your pops
Cause I see you inside your dad, n***a
If you lookin' down, then you can see I'm tryna get land, n***a
If you lookin' down, you see your rounds ain't who they said, n***a
Straight real, n***a, ain't nothin' fake about me
Ain't nothin' fake ever gon' go on,
That got to do wit me
And all this verse, this for all my fans
They ask why I ain't droppin' shit, but they don't understand
Them crackers jump right on your back when you try to expand
And how I'm gon' feed my family if I'm in a can?
Cause every show I got my pistol, I can't be a victim
Since I was little, used to grab it when the school dismissal
All my life a youngin' had to get it off the gristle
And I'ma take the streets with me cause I really miss em
Written by: Nathan Jr Freeman
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