When releasing the first snippetin December 2018, Jay Critch described this song as “the realest track I ever made”.
Later, Jay teamed up with Einer Bankz, a ukelele player that went viral thanks to freestyles with famous rappers, to deliver an accoustic version of the song.
[Chorus]
'Member when my pockets was popped, but if that money ain’t coming, I'ma take it
Felt like I was stuck on the block, I got some niggas still in that situation
But we still on our way to the top, put the whole gang on that jet for a vacation
And my brodie just came home from up top, he said it feel like he going through the matrix
[Verse 1]
Man, life get dangerous
Gotta stay alert, man, these bullets is nameless
Bad lil' vibe, she just wanna be my main chick
Ask my guys, I ain’t never do no changing, yeah
We ain't never tucking chains, let the chains swing
We was dead broke on the block, had to change things
Shorty gon' blow me like a whistle 'cause my name ring, ayy
I'm in Valentino, not no Bathing Ape
Felt like I was stuck, but then I made a way
This stuff in my cup gon' make me fade away
Well connected like Wi-Fi
We done made some plays on that block, no highlights
Shooter turn your fucking tee shirt tie-dye
She don't want no scrub nigga on the sideline
Rest in peace my brothers, ain't no niggas like mine
I ain’t trying to be in the wrong place at the right time
R.I.P D Block, 30s mask up
Rest in peace Karon, we was supposed to run the cash up
R.I.P Feezy, pouring Henny for my passed ones
Rest in peace to Ron, we still balling like you supposed to
R.I.P JusGlo and now we gotta roll two
Gotta go and make this money like we supposed to
Gotta go and stack some money on the side
Came a long way, sitting in the trap swatting flies
You ain’t gang, though, you can't come in here unless you buy
Mama, look, we really getting by
There was plenty nights I made her cry
And I’m sorry for that
Here's a bag, take all the racks
All the times I ain't call you back
All the times that you flushed the packs
Sorry for all them times that I lied
I came up, feel like I won a prize
I could never be living in disguise
[Chorus]
'Member when my pockets was popped, but if that money ain’t coming, I'ma take it
Felt like I was stuck on the block, I got some niggas still in that situation
But we still on our way to the top, put the whole gang on that jet for a vacation
And my brodie just came home from up top, he said it feel like he going through the matrix
[Verse 2]
Young niggas on top, yeah, we up there
Pray to God that my whole squad count it up, yeah
How could I ever ride the wave? Bitch, I'm from there
No, my guys ain't letting shit slide, you ain't from here
And you not one of us
With a bad bitch every time I hop out that truck
Say you savage, nigga, get your block out, what's up?
We was clocked in 'til the sun came back up
But I can't see my niggas struggle no more
I just pull strings and you playing tug-of-war
I just do my thing, so I wonder why they hate me?
Hit the stage, make 'em all go crazy
My big brother Matches told me how to make plays
Used to finesse a lot, but we changed lanes
We ain't never claiming no thots, we just claim gang
Rico used to fuck up the pot just to maintain
Penthouse, Times Square, free Broadway
Sitting reminiscing, me and Tango in the hallway
Free my brother, I've been thinking 'bout him all day
Couple racks in commissary, it's the small things
Get some racks and niggas scary how they all change
I was broke and I was fiending for some Balmains
Shit changed once I got up in the ball game
Now my wrist bling 'cause that money come in all ways
Niggas foul, then we pulling up from long range
Wipe me down, shorty licking all up on me
Couple thou' getting all these bitches horny
It's just a fling, I'll be right out by the morning
It's aggravating, where we from, ain't never have it
Gotta celebrate it, thinking 'bout my nigga Aggy
If my niggas wasn't 'round, I wouldn't be in this
I just really hope my niggas seeing this
Looking at the crowd like, "Damn, I dreamed of it"
Hope you know I'm coming for the crown and I'm keeping it
I don't wanna see my brothers on the news
In the concrete jungle, growing up with loose screw
[Chorus]
'Member when my pockets was popped, but if that money ain't coming, I'ma take it
Felt like I was stuck on the block, I got some niggas still in that situation
But we still on our way to the top, put the whole gang on that jet for a vacation
And my brodie just came home from up top, he said it feel like he going through the matrix
Letter To My Niggas was written by Jay Critch.
Letter To My Niggas was produced by Beat Boy.
Jay Critch released Letter To My Niggas on Tue Dec 22 2020.