Sincerely Yours

(You know I go it. Streets)
(Cause I been down so many times)
(You know I go it. Streets)
My nigga my knuckles scarred from punching on the wall
They say I’m dope but don’t know that I sleep on the floor
I put out 3 mixtapes they slept on em all
Bitch I ain’t got no money I gotta break the law
That last lick I hit with bareface they seen it all
These bitch niggas stitch-lipped now they won’t get involved
They took my dawg he ain’t ever get the chance to ball
Trials and tribulations man I been facing em all
(Streets)
The nature of the situation that I’m facing crazy baby
I don’t think you gon relate to it
When I get out this cell gon get straight to it
Said to myself so many times
“Why I just can’t do it?”
Talking to myself
Like how I end up in this bitch again?
I swore I’d never come back to this bitch again
I’m in this bitch again!
And this time I don’t know when I’m going home
(You Know I Got It)
Man a lot of shit it done went wrong
I took em on one
Just of the AC where I threw the gun
I was 18 then
They tried to give me 12 I was 21
This that Late 20’s shit
I’m sorry it took a minute for me to get it done
But I been going thru some shit
Know y’all don’t care y’all want another one
I was about to have a son
E’vonique she had that miscarriage
Ain’t together no more
But back when she was talking bout marriage
I ain’t even have a car
I had to borrow hers to get there
She ain’t stay down for me
That broke my heart
It still ain’t repaired
Now I’m 10 toes down
Nigga play with me he getting buried
These lil niggas dying
For they momma man this shit scary
Gotta get the house
For my mama I done made that promise
Back when I was 9, I’m still trying
(You Know I Got It)
Get it out the [window?]
So bad, on the bedroom door [9 for the trap?]
I dream and fantasize about the shit I never had
From me to you I gave my heart and you just gave it back
Make me feel like I won’t ever ever love again
(Streets)
Had to get up out my feelings had to get it in
More specific nigga you know that I want the Benz
Pulled up, to the trunk where the ceiling went
Lost J.B., 16 I ain’t had a friend
Still ain’t blew yet
Still got family members on crack
I’m still toting my strap
I still cry on lost time that I can’t get back
I lost John he never got a chance to see me get off my ass
Been out here trying to get me something
Niggas getting killed for nothing in the public
I’ve suffered the repercussions of breaking the law
Lil bro got the Tec in his drawers
He still out here head first
They say I never talk about these burns
Like what you want me to say?
You see my face ‘ol bitch ass nigga!
Draw detail when I go deeper
They want me to go deeper
Like how I sat in a coma
And how they cut off my fingers
(They don’t know about me, Streets)
I was 12 years old
I caught fire round side of the stove
And I lost all of my friends
Felt like I had to start my life again
Teach myself how to walk and how to write again
They’ll [call me?] I’m that same nigga
He in the movies now
That rap shit done got that same nigga some groupies now
[They count him out?]
[And you can always doubt when you need em?]
Know I’m still out here chasing this million
(Sincerely Yours)
(You Know I Got It)
(Streets)
Sincerely Yours
You Know I Got It nigga RIP J.B