| Dear John, dear y'all |
| I'm writin' you this letter 'cause you ain't answer when I called |
| Trill Bill live from the battle field |
| 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' rachet |
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| 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, nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 |
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