Letter To Tracy

[Intro]
Aye
[?] shit, you know what the fuck going on man, aye
[?] taking over 2020 man, you know what the fuck going on man
We chasing our money in silent man
Y'all niggas bitches
Y'all niggas be schooling to the jakes man
Y'all know what the fuck going on man
Aye

[Verse]
I been sippin' drank 'cause it's these demons in my head
Pour a four and bitch I’m leanin', all these feelings going dead
Still inside the fuckin' trenches, slidin' where you lay your head
My niggas runnin' to that bread, no we cannot hear what you sayin'
Drippy said these hoes be runnin' when they smell a couple bands
Fuck 'em, cut 'еm off that's law, they bound to turn into some fans
Niggas love to turn to leechеs when you lend them out a hand
So I just kick it by myself and we gon' ride until the end
Uncky told me watch your brothers now 'cause they might set you up
Then I told him they my brothers, they ain't switchin' for no buck
Word to mouth 'cause they be snitchin' now but I don't give a fuck
When I'm on top they better not come around, G4 going fuck 'em up
I was just with Moe, I'm tellin' him that I'm going be a star
Bussin' off them fucking jiggas, I just might not see tomorrow
I don't know just what to think 'cause all these racks up in my loft
But I ain't kickin' it with shit, you know my kick-it ticket's gone
We was ridin' in that act, bitch we bound to blow you back
Fuck informants we ain't snitchin' 'cause my niggas ain't no rats
And they a hoe and they be tellin', that boy spillin' all the facts
But who going be there when you broke and yea it's no one, that's a fact
Masi and it's dressed in black, it rip the streets, the tires scratch
Drippin' all this fuckin' flavor, your bitch callin' me a snack
Supa bussin' off this mid, I take your cap and peel it back
And no my niggas do not lack, in fact we might throw on that mask
Put some racks up on his head and give them killers easy tasks
Bitch when you down at the bottom better figure where you at
'Cause if it's me I'm getting out and you know I ain't looking back
So God if you give me the chance, I strive for first don't come in last
Bitch I'm runnin' to that bag, yea I'm going kinda fast
Bitch I'm smokin' on your homie and I swear this shit some gas
Through the cut and get him gone
You know my niggas do the dash
We do our dirt and never speak 'cause we ain't squealin' for no cash
Walkin' dolo bitch I'm by myself, bitch I be paranoid
Purple beams up on that Smitty, yea we like to play with toys
Get in my mood and turn my savage up, bitch I keep cannons tucked
We give a fuck but like a clover, hit your head you outta luck, you better duck
When them semis bust, oh you gon' get enough
Wait I capped, he didn't get enough, aye JB fuck him up
They would've did that shit to me but it’s so bad I wrapped ‘em up
We clapped ‘em up and I go bag ‘em up, that boy done had enough
I been betrayed but it ain’t no use in crying, I just go chase the cheese
Me and [?] we rollin’ out the pound, damn I can’t fucking breathe
See loyalty is what y’all slippin’ on but y’all can’t fuckin’ see
But it’s okay I count my money, no I do not gotta speak
Slept in the cold, endured some pain but that’s what made a nigga me
Late nights roamin’ on that block and yea we right up on the T
Serving shit you couldn’t handle but you know we had to eat
That choppa sittin’ in the truck, you wanna tweak, we spark the V
I feel all this shit inside
Take this little bitch for a ride
She said you ain’t doing good enough so she gon' let me slide
But I don’t want her that bitch average
You just know I chase the cabbage
.30 yea I tote the ratchet
Yea we shootin’ like the Mavericks
Take that money rubber-band it
In my hood bitch I’m a bandit
Yea we take them bands and flip it
.40’s yea they get to fannin’
I guess the gang slid
Dip off in Durango’s, yea you know that we be slidin’
Fuck what your mans did
I can have a killer take him out 'cause bitch we savage
'Cause bitch we savage
And we be slidin’
Yea you know my niggas ridin’
Keep on tweakin’ get to clappin’