Letters

Letters - Warsheep

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Tricky Man! To all my niggas, you know I love y'all Sometimes I did good, most times I fucked up I took a long time to learn how to crawl I'm really grateful for holding it up Delete her number, ain't texting no more Word from a brother, no getting hopes up Word from another, we cannot give up Word to another, it's time to give up To all my niggas, you know I love y'all Sometimes I did good, sometimes I fucked up I took a long time to learn how to crawl I'm really grateful for holding it up It's no deal I screw up, then we break up it's fine, it's no deal I say shit, or I get out of line, it's no deal We can both both see I'm outta my mind, it's no deal I'm fine, it's no deal I'm fine, it's no deal Stay up late, I'm working on a rhyme, it's no deal When I write I pray and I cry, and still no deal Then I go talk to the Lord in my mind, "what's the deal?" I'm fine, it's no deal I'm fine, it's no deal I'm really grateful The more that I live, the more that I die In order to live, man I got to die You know what I mean, you know I don't mind I'd rather not say, I don't need to lie I'm moving in silence, take it with violence I'm the jiggy nigga here to fuck up your weak alliance Keep it Poseidon Can't you see that I'm on the rise? Now I got em tryna ride my wave But they all capsize, damn