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Letters
3,858
Hip-Hop/Rap
Letters was released on March 29, 2019 by Muddy Boyz / EMPIRE as a part of the album Misunderstood
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Release DateMarch 29, 2019
LabelMuddy Boyz / EMPIRE
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

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Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ay, you ain't shot at nothing, your opinion do not mean shit
Same ones askin' for something said I wouldn't be shit
Ten toes down, keep my feet up on the cement
Lil' Dino caught a body, now they callin' him a demon
[Verse 2]
Used to walk around rockin' Payless
And they say they tryna kill us, brodie, say less, ay
I just dropped a verse for this paycheck
This .40 stopped his ass in traffic, that's a brake check
Bitches know I break necks
[Verse 3]
Why these **** all up on my dick like a latex?
I ain't fallin' off, I ain't even reach my apex
Before I eat myself, I ask my brodie if he ate yet
Better wait before the put-on, I ain't even on the eight yet
[Verse 4]
Bro callin' from the county, few way in and then I mute the phone
He sentimental, he thinkin' 'bout when he comin' home
My family hated on me till the money came, I proved them wrong
I love my girl, family, G-O-D, I treat them like my own
[Verse 5]
When I was broke, on God, you always put me first
The streets is sticky, you wit' me, I put it in your purse
I say I'm blessed every day 'cause, shit, it could be worse
Cam was with wit' me hittin' ****, now he on a shirt
[Verse 6]
Ay, the streets is wicked, lost some ****, why I'm in my feelings
I'm still posted on my block, and I ain't never switchin'
You lost a brother, lost a soldier, make sure **** feelin'
When I'm alone, I smoke this dope to help a **** heal it
[Verse 7]
Ay, this shit just made me numb so I can't even feel shit
I was broke and bummy, so I had to steal shit
My **** doin' life, hard for him to feel shit
Ay, I cut back on the mud 'cause it ain't help to heal shit
[Verse 8]
Lotta South K, but ain't droppin' no bodies
A lotta rappin' 'bout them guns, but ain't poppin' nobody
We rock with Glocks, fully autos, ain't rockin' no shotties
Now these boujie bitches choosin' on me 'cause a **** poppin'
[Verse 9]
Ay, cuzzo did his skit, we ain't jump him in
They said I wouldn't be shit till I touched me like ten
And I'ma buy my mom a crib before I flood my wrist
When I was broke, **** ain't throw me dirt, that's why I love my bitch
[Verse 10]
And lately I done have the same dreams
All this prayin' still ain't save me
I've been feelin' like ain't nothing workin' lately
See my niece's smile, make me wish I had a baby
Might as well start prayin' to this pistol, it what saves me
[Verse 11]
All this fussin' and fightin', sayin' we ain't workin'
I'm sorry that I made mistakes 'cause I ain't perfect
If I go broke, then me and my **** purgin'
Designer cover pain, that's why I love it when I'm splurgin'
[Verse 12]
Ay, money root of evil, but for me it solve problems
Mama disappointed I ain't wanna go to college
I've been trappin' for them foreigns, get my mama out them Camrys
I've been way up on my zone, I just hope they understand me, gang
Written by: Matt Corby, Mcgowan Southworth
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