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Letters

187

Hip-Hop/Rap

Letters was released on May 16, 2026 by Flatline Nizzy as a part of the album Landlord Livin 2

Song Details

AlbumLandlord Livin 2

Release DateMay 16, 2026

LabelFlatline Nizzy

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Flatline Nizzy

Programming, Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Nathan Jr Freeman

Nathan Jr Freeman

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Flatline Nizzy

Co-Producer

Lyrics

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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