Letter To My Niggas

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Jay Critch - Rap

Letter To My Niggas

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Duration: 4:08

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[Chorus] 'Member when my pockets was popped, but if that money ain't coming, I'ma take it Felt like I was stuck on the block, I got some niggas still in that situation But we still on our way to the top, put the whole gang on that jet for a vacation And my brodie just came home from up top, he said it feel like he going through the matrix [Verse 1] Man, life get dangerous Gotta stay alert, man, these bullets is nameless Bad lil' vibe, she just wanna be my main chick Ask my guys, I ain't never do no changing, yeah We ain't never tucking chains, let the chains swing We was dead broke on the block, had to change things Shorty gon' blow me like a whistle 'cause my name ring, ayy I'm in Valentino, not no Bathing Ape Felt like I was stuck, but then I made a way This stuff in my cup gon' make me fade away Well connected like Wi-Fi We done made some plays on that block, no highlights Shooter turn your fucking tee shirt tie-dye She don't want no scrub nigga on the sideline Rest in peace my brothers, ain't no niggas like mine I ain't trying to be in the wrong place at the right time R.I.P D Block, 30s mask up Rest in peace Karon, we was supposed to run the cash up R.I.P Feezy, pouring Henny for my passed ones Rest in peace to Ron, we still balling like you supposed to R.I.P JusGlo and now we gotta roll two Gotta go and make this money like we supposed to Gotta go and stack some money on the side Came a long way, sitting in the trap swatting flies You ain't gang, though, you can't come in here unless you buy Mama, look, we really getting by There was plenty nights I made her cry And I'm sorry for that Here's a bag, take all the racks All the times I ain't call you back All the times that you flushed the packs Sorry for all them times that I lied I came up, feel like I won a prize I could never be living in disguise [Chorus] 'Member when my pockets was popped, but if that money ain't coming, I'ma take it Felt like I was stuck on the block, I got some niggas still in that situation But we still on our way to the top, put the whole gang on that jet for a vacation And my brodie just came home from up top, he said it feel like he going through the matrix [Verse 2] Young niggas on top, yeah, we up there Pray to God that my whole squad count it up, yeah How could I ever ride the wave? Bitch, I'm from there No, my guys ain't letting shit slide, you ain't from here And you not one of us With a bad bitch every time I hop out that truck Say you savage, nigga, get your block out, what's up? We was clocked in 'til the sun came back up But I can't see my niggas struggle no more I just pull strings and you playing tug-of-war I just do my thing, so I wonder why they hate me? Hit the stage, make 'em all go crazy My big brother Matches told me how to make plays Used to finesse a lot, but we changed lanes We ain't never claiming no thots, we just claim gang Rico used to fuck up the pot just to maintain Penthouse, Times Square, free Broadway Sitting reminiscing, me and Tango in the hallway Free my brother, I've been thinking 'bout him all day Couple racks in commissary, it's the small things Get some racks and niggas scary how they all change I was broke and I was fiending for some Balmains Shit changed once I got up in the ball game Now my wrist bling 'cause that money come in all ways Niggas foul, then we pulling up from long range Wipe me down, shorty licking all up on me Couple thou' getting all these bitches horny It's just a fling, I'll be right out by the morning It's aggravating, where we from, ain't never have it Gotta celebrate it, thinking 'bout my nigga Aggy If my niggas wasn't 'round, I wouldn't be in this I just really hope my niggas seeing this Looking at the crowd like, "Damn, I dreamed of it" Hope you know I'm coming for the crown and I'm keeping it I don't wanna see my brothers on the news In the concrete jungle, growing up with loose screw [Chorus] 'Member when my pockets was popped, but if that money ain't coming, I'ma take it Felt like I was stuck on the block, I got some niggas still in that situation But we still on our way to the top, put the whole gang on that jet for a vacation And my brodie just came home from up top, he said it feel like he going through the matrix

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  • Jay Critch