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

I just into this shit anymore
I just lose control
I feel like it go
just leave me
I need to be
And if i'm then let me be wrong
Just leave me

Dear Mr.
Ay am I wrong or ain't you supposed to keep the man
I could have swore that I was driving 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 black hmm
hey tell me why my hands start sweating
And I hold my every 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 pulled me you frowned on me
your flashlight tell me what do you see
Thug niggas drug dealers it's a
Every in this whip got a mother fucking college degree

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

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