From Me to U

{Verse 1]
Uh, yo. While y’all was whooping Rico and looking up cheat codes, I was scheming on c-notes. Trying to get moms in the Bahamas. Seem like the drama came from lack of commas. Visions of the crew trippin’, jewels drippin’ like we left them in a sauna. Karma kept me from harming niggas. Remember longing for longer riches. Crash and burn, rather yearn for my turn. Found my knack in putting back in rap, the soul. My habitat is tracks, the traction from my first few tracks, Made em think crack was back. The kid so witty, his flow so sickly. I need a IV in my right wrist when I write this shit, it’s priceless to be like this. Thank God I’m one of one, my mother’s youngest son. With the oldest soul, you niggas future plans my oldest goals. Goes to show they ain’t built to go toe to toe, with Curtis M.H. The kid who playmates, grew to be inmates. See, they perplexed how I perfectly rep the gang. If they let me in this arena, i’mma perfect-plex the game. And see, the perfect check will make him trade his respect, codes and pride for a few follows and a Cuban link that’s hollow. Damn, don’t be surprised how low they go for the fame. Expect a lame to bring shame to this game. I do this for my legacy and my name

[Chorus]
And when I look into the mirror dawg I see the truth. I told them I would change the game, they say they needed proof. So from me to you, from me to you. This shit from me to you. I never jumped out of my lane unless I needed to. I know the game gone bring some darker days but we gone see it through. Dedicated to my supporters, this from me to you. From me to you, from me to you. This shit from me to you. From me to you. Uh, uh, say. Truly yours

[Verse 2]
My pops said I had a better chance hittin’ the lottery, shit. Until he heard me spit, now I’m like the lottery pick. “You know the game dirty. Remain sturdy in your ways” he exclaimed verbally. Shoutout to pops! Right out the pot, I cook up classics like cook up, addicts is the masses, at my shows dispense flows that fog glasses. See, flames like Wade and James. With a coalition that’s on the same mission like Damon Wayans. It’s a family thang. Deuce-ocho-cinco, broke boys think slow, and react slower. Swear they know ya till you throw em the polar shoulder. Cause when your flow is solar and you get to buzzin’, they swear they ya cousin, knowing they wasn’t rocking like bogus yola, I take it in stride, Ed Reed, you at a sped speed. They gone get in they feelings when we start deducting ceilings and Forbes report they forging millions. Im making millionaires out of villains. Scared ‘cause for warfare you ain’t prepared. Our mindset is what got us impaired. They’d rather pair us in a cell, than pair us off to Yale prepared to lead the trail. Seen a talentless tally lives with black talons, and carry pride in genocide. Then when one of they men a die, they sit and cry and try to figure why

[Chorus]
And when I look into the mirror dawg I see the truth. I told them I would change the game, they say they needed proof. So from me to you, from me to you. This shit from me to you. I never jumped out of my lane unless I needed to. I know the game gone bring some darker days but we gone see it through. Dedicated to my supporters, this from me to you. From me to you, from me to you. This shit from me to you. From me to you. Uh, uh, Truly yours