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• Artiste: Screwly G
• Titre: Letter To Fam
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Can you save me, mama? Save me, Nana Miss the days of being a little boy in my pajama Me and Boogers roaming in Eastside, causin' problems While my daddy died from cancer Ten years later, still be lookin' for answers At war where I'm from, I'm no spill blood Talks with my bro, strap it where I go If you really know, screw it, we strap for the bus Tellin' my bros we ain't safe, know where we go I'ma talk, I'm gon' go to the club And I ain't scared, I'm just usin' my head First nigga lookin' wrong in this bitch, I'ma bug Still abusin' these drugs Codeine is at my cup I was [?] hope I don't wake up Tired of pain, I had enough Nobody just don't give a fuck If I die right now, they would About time I put back if I could Pray for forgiveness for shit that I've done I gotta stay with my gun Remember them days, runnin' 'round the neighborhood Playin' cops and robbin' for fun Gypsies just watchin' the clock While you're doing this time, I wish my bro had a bond I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders Carry it with me, but it's really a ton Still gotta get shit done The game depending on me, plus my own I'm on a crash, I can't, I ain't done Thought I'd lose, but I already won On the search for the opps, we on Drop a bag on the opp, drop four Bounce out on a female, don't run Chop go off, Drake sound like a bomb Tell the pain I'm numb Save 62 bullets, big as hell But .308, same size as a thong These opp niggas tryna rap and dress like me But can't, them niggas bums Niggas be trickin' old hoes in them fake-ass clothes But won't take care of they son Nowadays, these niggas be sad Niggas be worried 'bout clout Steady running [?] 'cause niggas wanna loan cash Talked to my mom when I paid her a visit She tell me I act in favor of my dad Sometimes I just walk out the house With tears in my eyes 'cause I really been needing him bad How the fuck you gon' leave? You was all that I had Talked to him on a Wednesday, he was supposed to come home My car on the state pass I still remember the day, it was November 8th I was waiting on him to just walk past Ain't wanna believe that shit, so I seen my arms pull up And it made me flash That's the main reason I'm stuck in the past I can't believe my brother had a new tune His name's Tim Ty, shared me back But he know I love him, doubt he was tryin' to help And now I can't understand But sometimes be wishin' he told me 'Cause maybe I wouldn't have took the loss so bad Streets ain't safe, I had made we get blooded Nana be so mad, she heard all his friends but the devil went spent on Sunday Really be down all the time, most times just smile whenever a nigga see gunplay Yeah, help a nigga keep goin' One might be callin' tonight Just to tell me she missin' and love me What you doin'? Me miss you Me miss you, I love you Me love you too, my man