Night Inn (Letter 2 the King)

Fat Dutch

Bitch I'm rolling

This my last blunt

This half clutch

I ain't eating

We ain't had lunch

Whole eighths

Hot summers but a cold case

If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac

But that's my souls place

Fat Dutch

Bitch I'm rolling

This my last blunt

This half clutch

I ain't eating

We ain't had lunch

Whole eighths

Hot summers but a cold case

If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac

But that's my souls place

I Throw an R.I.P. to Nip

No the movement not eclipsed

Throw an R.I.P. to Sebi

They gon' kill me 4 the shift

I don't wanna catch a bullet

For I get to see my kids

And it's truer if I wrote it

It all happen through a lens

We make magic

Smoking habits

You not matching with my kin

I got family around me

I can't have around some friends

I say I love you to my brothers

Just in case I ain't seen again

Shit get tragic but we laughing to the bank

Fuck chasing trends

I took a loss but saw the reason

Never love a snake again

I tried to make a lane while they

Just rapped around and played pretend

I sit and wonder if she worth it

Blow an eighth against the wind

It's like I really walk through hell

And I'm gon' paint it with my sins

Yup

Fat Dutch

Bitch I'm rolling

This my last blunt

This half clutch

I ain't eating

We ain't had lunch

Whole eighths

Hot summers but a cold case

If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac

But... you get it

Fat Dutch

Bitch I'm rolling

This my last blunt

This half clutch

I ain't eating

We ain't had lunch

Whole eighths

Hot summers but a cold case

If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac

But that's my souls place

Fat Dutch

Bitch I'm rolling

This my last blunt

This half clutch

I ain't eating

We ain't had lunch

Whole eighths

Hot summers but a cold case

If I live like Pac I'll die like Pac

But that's my souls place