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

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

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

I my music down so you won't hear a sound
Man i'm nervous I got a couple pounds on me
You pulled me you frowned on me
With your tell me what do you see
Thug drug dealers it's a trip
Every nigga in this got a mother fucking college degree

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

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