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Dear Mrs. collector
I know you doing your job
mean to disrespect ya
But we been going this thing since way back
I told you I get the dough I would pay back
But I got problems
I got bigger baby
So why you talking about the money I owed
Like as if I didn't man it don't mean nothing to me
Cos now I got my little boy crying and my grandmother dying
Could you please stop with me
here I ain't looking for no tears but my brother got a year
And my mother keep smoking that
On top of that i'm broke please put that in your
For the one to call me up talking that shit
And I holla

I just ain't into this shit
I just might control
I feel like it go
Please just me
I need to be
And if i'm then let me be wrong
leave me alone

Dear Mr.
Ay am I wrong or ain't you to keep the peace man
I could have swore I was driving pretty peaceful
So why the is you pulling over me for
Is it black Mercedes
Oh no I get it I get it I get it
Or cos i'm hmm maybe
Yeah hey me why my hands start sweating
And I hold my breath time that you get behind me

I turn my music so you won't hear a sound
Man i'm nervous like I got a pounds on me
You me over you frowned on me
your flashlight tell me what do you see
Thug drug dealers it's a trip
nigga in this whip got a mother fucking college degree

I ain't into this shit anymore
I just might lose
I like letting it go
just leave me
I to be left
And if i'm wrong then let me be
Just leave me

Yea, my finger to the law, bustin off, tryna touch the sky
My said, "Impossible", but I'm a fuckin try
Plus how he gon' tell me, he don't make the
There's niggas dying everyday, but we don't make the
they talkin bout some thunderstorm, cyclones
Timmy got his bike stole, top story, Woods "be fuckin all these white hoes"
stop snitchin
Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches, hey my
How ironic, on trial for of some chronic
My lawyer came to court, man he was higher the comet
Hey your honor, is you How you sit above me?
Are you motherfucker, how you finna judge me?
you home you don't cuss, drink and puff like us
These cops is bad boys, just like Puff
They hate they and they days be fucked up like us
At the end of the day, you niggas just us