Dear Fans

Lyrics

[Intro] (Getta Beats) But look [Chorus] This for the fans, we ain't kicked it in a minute Let me tell you how this shit been goin' from start to finish Yeah, I parted ways from gang, I had to do my own thing Too many niggas actin' weird, I ain't with the funny games Some days I feel like givin' up and throwin' the towel in Why the fuck I start rappin'? I should've played the violin Never been a yes man, always had the best hand Get on anybody ass, just tryna play me less than [Verse] How the fuck you supposed to trust and I can't trust my own friends? I won't let the streets kill me, I'ma die an old man Think I'm 'bout to cut the dreads, I quit takin' meds I went through withdrawls, I damn near died in the bed I thought Covid had me, I ain't lyin', I was scared So much bullshit was runnin' through a nigga head I was blamin' everybody else, was fuckin' up my bread Don't nobody owe me shit, I'm a grown-ass man I done got it out the mud, I could turn mud to sand I just made a twenty ball today, ask my nigga Sam I ain't tryna hit the club, I gotta put up for the fam 'Cause I'm tryna get a Lamb', fuck postin' on the 'Gram I've been stayin' out the way, I got pies like Mrs. Debb Just know that bitch a supercharger, you ever catch me in a Jag' Never seen me tuck my tail, I'm the biggest of the biggest Better not catch you with the other side, we killin' all them niggas I'm like Obama in my hood, even my mama know what's good Pull up to my show with all the Bloods behind me like I'm Suge I be flyin' first class, I be drunk before I land I be talkin' how I talk around this bitch 'cause I can House even store my jewelry, I just lost a hundred bands On the phone with the jewels, 'bout to do it all again Ain't no paper shortage, bitch, I'm chewin' like I'm Twin Playin' Blackjack with 30 on me at the Win They say everything'd go when that money on the line When them bullets get to flyin', you hear niggas' mamas cryin' Now everybody snitchin', street niggas turn witness It get cold where I'm from, that's why this bitch the Murder Mitten You see the police on the block, we was still servin' niggas P-rock baby, start goin' Glock crazy Heard the city bein' on fire, you hear nothin' but shots lately Ain't no love for the other side, they gon' die hatin' (But look) [Chorus] This for the fans, we ain't kicked it in a minute Let me tell you how this shit been goin' from start to finish Yeah, I parted ways from gang, I had to do my own thing Too many niggas actin' weird, I ain't with the funny games Some days I feel like givin' up and throwin' the towel in Why the fuck I start rappin'? I should've played the violin Never been a yes man, always had the best hand Get on anybody ass, just tryna play me less than