Note To Ashanti

This a note to Ashanti
I ain’t talking to Khali
I’m talking to the boy who started rapping as a hobby
And turned that shit to something great and got his city poppin
Boy keep it humble cus you more than just a trendy topic
They don’t really know bout when you had nowhere to go
In a family of 6, hotel room number 104
Got to jugging out the store
Cus you see you family broke
That recession wasn’t a joke
Used to sneak out in the night and saw some things you never told
You and yo brother sharing clothes
Plus you jealous of your bro
Cus his father in his life meanwhile yo daddy is a hoe
He ain’t there to help you grow
Yeah you got a step Pops but it ain’t nothing like your own
Hope he never take it wrong
And you sleeping in the floor
You can’t that shit no more
So you pray one day you blow
Years later here we go
You in San Antonio
Wit yo auntie and yo uncle now you finally feel at home
You got dreams of going pro
Then yo Grandy call yo phone
Say she moving out Hawaii and tomorrow getting flown
You ecstatic that she close
And she moving in with you and you know how it felt before
Couple months she book a flight back to Hawaii on the low
For that nigga who abused her he got court he tryna come home
And you shoulda told her no
Or you shoulda told your folks
You done seen this episode
Like a never ending joke
He mistreat her she go back and you can’t stop her cus she grown
Got no choice but let her go
Say she gone 2 weeks at most
Say you love her then she ghost
You ain’t even fucking know that when she left somebody killed her till detectives at yo door
That shit took away yo soul man

Took away yo soul man
That shit took away yo soul man

Now yo auntie nem stressing
While you battle depression
You graduated, went to college and Annika left you
Moved yo family to to Texas
That refund check be helping
That’s when you notice that yo mama health is nun to mess with
You come back for the summer
And shit was feeling fine
Then both yo parents start getting sick and they lose they jobs
You try to throw a show and sell some dope pay rent on time
And saw that shit wasn’t working so now you gotta rob
And this around the time you went and fell in love with Tam
And didn’t tell her till after you had to rob a fan
You flip the shit and head to Houston wit lil cuzzo then
You get pull over got a warrant they caught you on cam
DAMN
Poor Decision Good Intentions
Auntie went and bailed you out and now you know about the system
You took yo ass to school and know you disappoint your fam
Then went and hit up Duvin and you told him about your plan
And that’s a tape for the ages sometimes I’m drive alone at night and crack a smile when I play it
Hopefully when you read this you gon be off your probation
And you can look up at the sky and tell yo Grandy I made it
And that shit not even half of it
Keep this in mind even if it’s in the back of it
And never let these labels turn you to a crash dummy
Cus you remember how it felt when you ain’t have nothing
I’m Riverdalienated I feel the tension when in the city
When the reaper come and get me we’ll see who really wit me
Shoutout my nigga Marcus we in this hoe 50/50
Rather be free and struggling than locked in that penitentiary
This one for my times that I had nothing on my dinner plate
This one for my Grandy man I wish that she was here today
But Imma hold it down until I see you at them heaven gates
Ya oldest love you more and in my heart you gon forever stay