Zae Buckz - My Letter Lyrics

Hoodstar forever nigga
Y&T
All that, All that
They done let the Gzz in the door
This my letter to the streets
This my letter to the beef
Paranoia got me
Clutching on dis heat
I pray to god
Dey never catch me while I'm sleep
This my letter to the streets
This my letter to the beef
Paranoia got me
Clutching on dis heat
I pray to god
They never catch me while I'm sleep
Miss my dawg but
We can't get em back
Everybody round me killers
I could get you wacked
Everybody jumpout gang
We done started packs
Brudda shooting if I tell em
You know thats my slatttt
You know gang gone hit em up
If you love em so bad
You better dig em up
Still playing in these stoshies
And we tint em up
When I was down to last
I thought about giving up
I got the city on my neck
I just keep on buying guns
In case a nigga disrespect
Probably spend a couple thousand
Every time I go collect
Got em scared to post a snap
Niggas know I been a threat
Walk in the club
It's some stars inna building
Might go flight out to the yams
And put sum stars in my ceiling
City hot
They say we all some fuckin villans
But it's a lot of hard shit
The city know that we invented
This my letter to the streets
My letter to the beef
Paranoia got me
Clutching on dis heat
I pray to god
They never catch me while I'm sleep
My letter to the streets
My letter to the beef
Paranoia got me
Clutching on dis heat
I pray to god
Dey never catch me while I'm sleep, Lord
Had to get back in my bag
Man I ain't do no pain in a minute
They said I was talking to much shit
I had to slow it down for them
Free them niggas man
Kill the rats
Yerooo

Hoodstar forever nigga
Y&T
All that, All that
They done let the Gzz in the door
This my letter to the streets
This my letter to the beef
Paranoia got me
Clutching on dis heat
I pray to god
Dey never catch me while I'm sleep
This my letter to the streets
This my letter to the beef
Paranoia got me
Clutching on dis heat
I pray to god
They never catch me while I'm sleep
Miss my dawg but
We can't get em back
Everybody round me killers
I could get you wacked
Everybody jumpout gang
We done started packs
Brudda shooting if I tell em
You know thats my slatttt
You know gang gone hit em up
If you love em so bad
You better dig em up
Still playing in these stoshies
And we tint em up
When I was down to last
I thought about giving up
I got the city on my neck
I just keep on buying guns
In case a nigga disrespect
Probably spend a couple thousand
Every time I go collect
Got em scared to post a snap
Niggas know I been a threat
Walk in the club
It's some stars inna building
Might go flight out to the yams
And put sum stars in my ceiling
City hot
They say we all some fuckin villans
But it's a lot of hard shit
The city know that we invented
This my letter to the streets
My letter to the beef
Paranoia got me
Clutching on dis heat
I pray to god
They never catch me while I'm sleep
My letter to the streets
My letter to the beef
Paranoia got me
Clutching on dis heat
I pray to god
Dey never catch me while I'm sleep, Lord
Had to get back in my bag
Man I ain't do no pain in a minute
They said I was talking to much shit
I had to slow it down for them
Free them niggas man
Kill the rats
Yerooo