Letter To You

(Drum Dummie) I'ma keep it real on this one, nigga, ay-ay (D-D-DJ Swift on the track) Quando Rondo, nigga Talking 'bout me on the internet, waiting for me to write back Got in my own lane and caught some fame, he didn't like that This a letter to him, I'ma tell him how I feel Is it me or him, like the fact I got a record deal I ain't never went out bad and that's on neighborhood crip How the fuck you say you raised me, and I met you last year? I told my partners to chill, boy, you could've been killed Something deep down been telling me don't you cock back the steel 'Cause I got something to lose, and you got something to prove Going live on Facebook, flexing with all your tools The only good advice you gave is take our pistol to school Visits on my round killing me, or is it déjà vu? 'Cause it's too good to be true, is you really gon' shoot? This a song to the fans but this a letter to you How the fuck I bit your hand, and you ain't never did shit for me Locked up, call Griffin, you couldn't send a couple cents to me Drop down to my knees, Lord, do you hear me? It's a dirty world, matter fact it's filthy Judge held a grudge, I swear to God that I'm not guilty My heart steady screaming out, "Lord, please heal me" If it really was some pressure, why the fuck you ain't gon' slide on me? Put my trust in DJ, then that nigga testified on me Double back, come strapped with the Mac That day he tried to put that fire on me No face, no case, I emptied out that four-five on me In the city where I'm from, I swear it's kill or be killed You gotta stay up on your pivot, anybody can get it Before I walk up out the door, I swear I'm tuckin' my steel Mama be praying every night because my city get wicked, yeah yeah In the city where I'm from, I swear it's kill or be killed You gotta stay up on your pivot, anybody can get it Before I walk up out this door, I swear I'm tuckin' my steel Mama be praying, 'cause she know that my city get wicked, yeah yeah Yeah, yeah (gang) Yeah, yeah (speak them facts, nigga) Yeah, yeah (speak them facts, nigga) Uh, uh, Quando Rondo nigga (grrah) City is wicked You know that my city is wicked, uh (pow!)