Letter ft. Nunu Lyrics

Welcome home my brudda

You been gone, locked up for a while

Glad I'm making money, spend it all just to see you smile

Ion fuck wit niggas no no no Ian chasing crowds

Gotta get this money yea yea yea bitch I need it now

Yea I gotta cool down

No I need me a crib wit a pool now

Gotta whole influence and whole lotta students oh yea gotta watch how I move round

Me and my mamma into no no can't do it so I went on my own had to move out

Hell nawl Ian dumb these niggas my sons they all tryna do what I do now

Shout out to g speedy that body beat

All these lil rap niggas they copy me

No no no not my brudda ain't shot wit me

You was up inna station you coppin pleas

Nah you niggas ain't real from what I see

When I get me mill I move overseas

I done cut off the people who close to me

They want me go back to the older me

No no nooo

I can't trust no hoes

Give me back my clothes

You going through my phone

You tried to fuck my bros

Bitch you gotta go

No you can't wipe my nose

Won't take me out my glow

No bitch you can't kick wit us

I get fresh as the fuck ion flick it up

Yo girl she be fallin in love she know ima thug that why she go n give it up

lil nigga you dis on big Jordan we passing out glory like Tupac we hit em up

Them Labels be callin cause nu nu be ballin they wanna come sign n pick him pick up

Thinking bout my grandma been alone yea it's been a while

Do shit on my own ain't need nobody I was just a child

Living like we grown nd catch a body we was running wild

Rest in Peace to Will the police they ain't have to gun him down

Yea they know they wrong

Buts okay we just keep moving on

Allis shit it break me everyday

But I'm remaining strong

Throwing salt behind my name is crazy

Never let it phase me

Allese bitches shady

Act like niggas but can't raise a baby

Girl just be a lady

But Ian chasin pussy only thing I run behind is paper

Yea I'm too focused, shine bright & I'm on point just like laser

That shit shocked me like taser

Say im sick this shit contagious

Don't get to close or you might catch ut

Get some shots sent from the playas

Like to gamble we in Vegas

I'm in shambles, last girl she had my heart want posed to break it

So I'm onna lotta drugs, I get high cause I can't take it nooo

Long Live Jodie Moe

Bro just hit my phone

You should've stayed at home

You left us all alone

But we staying strong

I'm back making songs

This shit keep going on

All the shit I go through it don't matter that my money long

I need my Styrofoam

Welcome home my brudda

You been gone, locked up for a while

Glad I'm making money, spend it all just to see you smile

Ion fuck wit niggas no no no Ian chasing crowds

Gotta get this money yea yea yea bitch I need it now