Letter to Myself

[Intro]
(Don't play with Stompa)

[Verse]
Tell you 'bout this lil' life of mine, I wouldn't know where to start
Hard headed, never really cared, but that's just what it was
I was the lil' nigga still in the park, servin' in the dark
Threw my gun right in front of the police, took it as a loss
Facin' life at twenty-one, wasn't too many I could call
Runnin' the streets all day and night, my baby think I'm fuckin' off
You with me now, but you gon' leave me I was to lose it all tomorrow
I miss the old days so much, this shit been tearin' me apart
Broken hearted, streets done left me scarred, I've been through it all
Can't even DND my phone, gon' miss my nigga fed call
White tees ain't doin' no talkin', they straight knockin' niggas off
I ain't have to coach the lil' nigga, turned his self into a boss
Ain't think I was gon' make it this far, I'm still in the streets
Grandaddy gave me that look like, "Son, you in too deep"
I don't know what these lil' niggas thought, they thinkin' this shit sweet
Blitzed my homie, I wasn't even known and I gotta play some beat now
[?] a dollar in the striker, shit gettin' litty over here
Ain't worried 'bout no opp, I'm probably fuckin' these lil' niggas' sisters
And know I keep that bitch on me, I wish a lil' nigga would
I've been tryna find me peace, my mind so stuck up in the hood, though