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This a letter to my one beautiful mother Knowing that I'm away just take of my brother Praying that we gon make it, we gon make it out the struggle Momma said I'm young and reckless she said I'm straight the gutter Dukes taught me how to hustle i had 10$ in my pocket But the way things are right now, I swear I got to keep a knogen This a letter to my one beautiful mother Knowing that I'm away just take of my brother Praying that we gon make it, we gon make it out the struggle Momma said I'm young and reckless she said I'm straight the gutter Dukes taught me how to hustle i had 10$ in my pocket But the way things are right now, I swear I got to keep a knogen But don't think Ian smart, i swear I got some book knowledge So I'm up in the coupe, 4 by 4 truck too kzoo So why haten on me, bitch you was gon be here too God take care of my sister, amiline and nana too Call it gods blessing, don't think I forgot lazya too Dont put to much stress on yourself, we make it all on day Just take care of your blessings, I swear it's gon be okay You is a blessing just wipe them tears up off you're face I promise you gon make it, You just had a bad day This a letter to my one beautiful mother Knowing that I'm away just take of my brother Praying that we gon make it, we gon make it out the struggle Momma said I'm young and reckless she said I'm straight the gutter Im hearing voices that my homie tranna snake me out How you tranna snake me out, I'm just tranna make it out We going through the same thang, we tranna be on top We could've made it together, now you almost got pop Glocky hit that niggas body he run like andale Ion got no money for no hoe, she thought I had some Even tho I'm really havin it, you better sell some I just made it out, We on a better route Heard his goofy ass was telling, he ain't make it out Got some niggas lost up in the system never coming out Remember sleeping cold on the floor, trying to change my mind I swear to god I'm lost up in time tranna make it out Momma told me always you're back cause they gon hate you Seeing shit up in my dreams I'm afraid to fall asleep Bad bitch up in my inbox, I hadda make her cream Chasing all theses blues Benjis, Ian never have a thing Im steady On my Ps and Qs can't let theses niggas take me I know my momma stressing about my situation lately Bitch I'm tranna stack this cheese ion want no baby The demon in my room, been talking to me lately With the Buffy's, bust down with a bitch that acts like cardi Brodie threw some crackers on the floor, thought somebody was shooting Momma told me, boy you gotta stop you always so Ruthless This a letter to my one beautiful mother Knowing that I'm away just take of my brother Praying that we gon make it, we gon make it out the struggle Momma said I'm young and reckless she said I'm straight the gutter Dukes taught me how to hustle i had 10$ in my pocket But the way things are right now, I swear I got to keep a knogen But don't think Ian smart, i swear I got some book knowledge So I'm up in the coupe, 4 by 4 truck too kzoo So why haten on me, bitch you was gon be here too HAHA SOSA
Writer(s): John Calderon Sosa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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