I hope the lord just keep on blessing me A letter to myself, I wrote the recipe

And RIP, my thugs, I hope they rest in peace

Lord knows I'mma rest a g, its bittersweet how much

I love the streets and what they give to me but it's all good, we all gon' die eventually

You said to me, you'd never leave my side but then you fled from me, you couldn't take

the heat and left the kitchen shit embarrassing

Turnin' up the flame up in the north, it's not apparently

Fuck you **** on? I'm on suckas until we bury em

The only 223 up in the stack, has got a double 0

We all pistol packin', servin' packs and letting metal blow

You ain't caught a body, but my team done took a couple souls

When you in that jam is when you'll see how much you're really lone

Free Fooly and Free Zay, that's Merced down to the bay

They may be down, but they ain't out, they finna be home any day

And how you sayin' free the guys, but on they books you never paid

And if you dissin' on my deads, I'll knock you six feet to the grave

Okay, you need a pack? you know I got you. Need to slide, you know I'm rockin

We all down to ride for homicides, let brody go and pop him

Shootin' shots like John Stockton, fuck ghost guns, we fully glockin

Glock oiled, no metal lockin', said fuck who? we drop shots in

Fuck you and fuck them, and anyone who jump ship

We the ones your other homies hate because we take shit

From whole packs to customers, I cannot give no front to her

She gon' suck this dick until I cum and then I'm done with her

You could never get no funds from her. That's my bitch, she love daddy

I'ma pop a perc while she suck dick up off a good addy

She be snortin' lines straight off the brick in front of her whole family

Her brothers really hate the way I act, they think they so manly

I'ma have my fun and get her funds, cause that's my programming

Get it off the hustle, all off muscle, bro, I hate scamming

I've been flippin' packs and perks, I ain't never seen you put in work

We get it out the mud so much, between our fingers, hella dirt

And what the fuck you know about it, really ain't no way around it

Product of the environment, baby, I'm feelin' great about it

If you was in my shoes, I think you'd fold, you couldn't fit the size

The weight of all the world up on your shoulders, ****, do or die

Speak on MLB, we send you way up high to heaven's sky

Already knew I couldn't trust you, bitch, you didn't need to lie

Karmas crazy since you did me shady, bitch, I hope you die

Did everything for everyone I could, can't say I didn't try

I Hope the Lord just keep on blessin' me. A letter to myself, I wrote the recipe

And R.I.P. my thugs, I hope they rest in peace

Lord knows I'mma rest a G, it's bittersweet how much

I love the streets and what they give to me

But it's all good, we all gon' die eventually, you said to me

You'd never leave my side, but then you fled from me

You couldn't take the heat and left the kitchen, shit embarrassing

Turnin' up the flame up in the north, it's not apparently

Fuck you **** on? Im on suckers until we bury them. League