Dear John, dear y´all I´m writin´ you this letter ´cause you ain´t answer when I called
Trill Bill live from the battlefield Y´all take care of a nigga children in the event I fall Miranda, I know you wish I´d do better And sometimes I know it seems I ain´t too clever And from right here, it´s a long way until forever King, please forgive for my absence Missed a lot of time through me, found out you mine, regardless How shit go down, I´m your motherfuckin´ daddy Queen, you my motherfuckin´ queen ´Bout you I´m goin´ to the bean, I knew before you were even three Your daddy´s gon´ start havin´ to pick out caskets And send my love to my big brother Masnik Tell him I´m sorry for dissin´ him ´cause he didn´t take that charge
But he knew that was his motherfuckin´ ratchet
Viking, I pray you never have to kill a fella My little god brother Ivan lookin´ like he might want to be a stepper I done been on both sides of that barrel These crackers givin´ out more time than you can measure They ain´t show you the grimy shit, just the glamour But they ain´t told you they cryin´ and ain´t no pleasure Just hard times, niggas post you, won´t send a letter Pickin´ up viles like my vulture got a vendetta Why I always gotta coach you to keep it thorough? They don´t know what I go through, that might be better
But niggas close to you tellin´ folks your business ´fore you even tell ´em You spendin´, they count your cheddar, they sittin´ around playin´ the Devil I cried real tears in this Givenchy sweater I wonder will Bill ever get it together? I´m on these pills, still actin´ like I´m sober Hopin´ that they don´t kill Bill while I´m gettin´ my life in order I don´t wanna die in my twenties, got a little longer While I´m wonderin´ where my life and children gettin´ older I don´t know, but this life a nigga been livin´ Might send a nigga to prison, I probably got twenty killings Dear God, where do I even start? I´ve been tearin´ families apart since you took my grandpa
Shit outta hand, but look and these damn cards Look at my hands, there´s a lot damn scars All the real niggas in the ground or in the yard Fuck nigga scared, only way they win, you got a fed charge Lookin´ at Prince though the sonogram, I know that´s my little boy Thinkin´ hard, headin´ nowhere far, pray I see my newborn