Letters (Paused)

(Yeah)

This a letter to the money, dear mula, shit I love you
Damn, with my back against the wall I know that I can trust you
I might take you out the stash and stack you, just to hug you
Still like the first time we met, I get butterflies when I touch you

This a letter to the wock, I'ma drop you in the pop
I'll drop you when it's cold, I'll drop you when it's hot
No matter how much you cost me, I'll always have you 'round
Quagen, Trisha could never be you and try to snatch the crown

This a letter to the Za, gon' stuff you in a wood
I be stressin, but it's cool, gon puff you 'til I'm good
When it's me and you, I'm on a different wavelength
They say you kill cells, but I think that you give my brain strength

This a letter to my Ex, I know you feel dumb
Just an ordinary bitch, with a regular life
Hopin' that your days go bad, like why would I tell you goodnight
Imagine fumblin' BabyTron, biggest L in yo' life

This a letter to the Juggz, it's time to move on
In the booth or doin' shows, I found a new road
I hope you happy for me
Hopefully when this shit over it's a happy story (look)

This a letter to the Haters, you don't get paid for it
200 thousand likes, you mad cause my page scorchin'?
I hit yo' bitch of a stare, you mad my face scorchin'?
Nah, I think y'all really pissed 'cause y'all pape shortage (bums)

This a letter to my Baby Scams
It fuck me up that you ain't 'round to catch a jack (man)
It fuck me up that you ain't 'round to catch a flight (man)
It fuck me up that you ain't 'round to send a site
If you was here I know you woulda shroomed up with me
If you was here I know you go n' suit up with me
If you was here you woulda bust a new jugg with me
You was on what I was on, woulda went pulled a stunt with me

This a letter to my family, happy that y'all proud
You know me and how I get, I couldn't let y'all down (I couldn't)
I told y'all school wasn't the one for me
Now I post a venue, thousand people, they gon' come for me

This a letter to the gang, you know I got y'all
Same Jimmy, same Tron before I popped off
Everytime we hit the stage, it's time to rock out
All that grinding but it's time gang, yeah we got it now

This a letter to my love, yeah, you know what it is
They can't fuck with you, they can't fuck with us
20 thousand between both our fists, nah they can't stomach us
You know that I fuck with you, you up there with my double cups

This a letter to the fans, all the supporters
I'ma reach the finish line, and keep running, nothing shorter
Don't forget, without y'all I wouldn't be nothing
And keep cheerin' for me, promise y'all ain't seen nothing

(ShittyBoys, Dog Shit Militia)
(Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey)
(They still can't fuck with me, this shit has not changed)
(I don't think it's gon' change)
(Matter of fact, I know it's not gon' fuckin' change)