writing, writing a letter to my loved ones [Trae] Dear Dinkie, more it what happened everytime I think about you It's like the world been on my shoulders
the day That my people, will try to use my life away I really wish that I could leave, and go away So it's best, to stay the fuck away from Trae [Trae
do my scrape plate Sitting high on 24's, and my cuttly's to a rose See nothing but gray smoke, when I open up my dows No need to say mo, real G's get
and i dont wear rolex and i baby deep a bitch dis a whole chick so nigga dont flex cuz im down for a call my pistol in my pants barely hanging by my balls
call my own, different area codes popping up in my phone Prolly just another hoochie, searching for some sex It ain't got nothing to do with me, it's all about my
.C., got my nigga Fred in this bitch My nigga Trae in this bitch, and we don't give A damn about you, that's why we fin to ride [Trae] I bet these boys
miss my dog, yeah I really miss my dog I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog I really miss my dog, I really miss my dog I really miss my dog, DJ
on the streets Can't you see, can't you see What's troubling me [Trae] Get up out of my nightmare I gotta get up, out of my dreams Feeling the pains
my dogs All of my people, all of my killers all of my dogs All of my niggaz all my gorillas, all of my dogs - 4x [Dougie D:] This for all of my dogs
removed the motherfucking chip on my shoulder A soldier fa sho, like sho nuff I got to glow 24/7 about my paper stack, I gotta get my do' And ain't bond a damn thang
if you wasn't killed on another page, we still be wrecking your grill Feel that and get back, on my block we kill the chit-chat Doing out thang then
keep us all here from falling, this is my world This is my promise, keep me humble to raise my daughter [Hook x2] [Trae] Fin to make me another nigga feel my
see, through the days of my pain And struggling, that it wasn't as bad as this thang Guerilla Maab are my brothers, steady spiritual chain I'd rather live my
the law Gotta get paid, stacking my change Gripping the grain, gliding mayn Turn out the back, and I'ma gon swang Untamed, fin to do my thang Now Trae
the Southside, along with Dougie D and Trae It's the H-A-W-K, and it's mandatory that I pray For my G's not here today, and my niggaz that's doing time
my life But see I gotta be strong and gotta keep my faith, and even though everybody wanna get me down My best bet is to keep my head up, and let God