Letter (feat. Nunu)
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