Portion - LETTER FROM MIAMI Lyrics

(Hefe, you goin' crazy)
(I'll always love you)

I just touched down in the Yams, I did a lot in a month
Went from hand to hand and grams, and now I'm stackin' it up
Running it up, oh, yeah
Run it up, oh

I signed that deal, feel like I sold my soul
I'm on the road, feel like I got no home
I hit Hibachis for a plate to go
I want that hand, but murder all she wrote
And when we slide, we get it back in blood
I know this game don't love
I know this game too well
Fucked that bitch right off the 'Gram, but I don't kiss and tell
She don't get Chanel
I done ran up like a hundred, I can't take to L's
We started from the bottom, we couldn't do no well
Duckin' from the fed cars
And we rockin' Chrome Hearts
Feel like I just beat the odds
Mama got a gold star
On the road to riches still, but they feel like I'm so gone
Imagine when it's all gone

I just touched down in the Yams, I did a lot in a month
Went from hand to hand and grams, and now I'm stackin' it up
Running it up, oh, yeah
Run it up, oh

Swear my next deal, I need a couple M's
I played the black truck 'fore I played the Benz
And only time I ever play to win
I said it once and I won't say it again
If you my bitch, then we gon' count them M's
I promise I won't slut your friend
Had to close that back door
Made it off my trap phone
Niggas fake, won't last long
Cartier, my eyes swole
Ran it up, ain't satisfied
Feelings I won't set aside
Things that I won't let it die
Say that I got too much pride

And I done ran it up with all my dawgs until the end
And we been countin' them M's

I done ran it up with all my dawgs until the end
And we been countin' up them M's

And I done got depression from stayin' in my lane
Promise we gon' win
And I promise we gon' win

I just touched down in the Yams, I did a lot in a month
Went from hand to hand and grams, and now I'm stackin' it up
Running it up, oh, yeah
Run it up, oh

(Aidan, you playin')