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

I just into this shit anymore
I just might lose
I like letting it go
Please leave me
I to be left
And if i'm wrong then let me be
Just leave me

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

I turn my music down so you hear a sound
Man i'm nervous like I got a couple on me
You me over you frowned on me
With flashlight tell me what do you see
Thug drug dealers it's a trip
Every nigga in whip got a mother fucking college degree

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

Yea, my middle finger to the law, bustin off, tryna the sky
My teacher said, "Impossible", but I'm a try
Plus how he gon' me, he don't make the rules
There's niggas everyday, but we don't make the news
Instead they talkin some thunderstorm, cyclones
Timmy got his bike stole, top story, Tiger Woods "be fuckin all these hoes"
Anchorman stop
Cut the commercial, he be all the side bitches, hey my goodness
How ironic, on trial for possession of chronic
My lawyer to court, man he was higher than the comet
Hey your honor, is you kidding? How you sit me?
Are you perfect motherfucker, how you finna me?
When you home you don't cuss, and puff like us
cops is bad boys, baby just like Puff
They hate they jobs and they days be up like us
At the end of the day, you niggas like us