Letter from Lucci - YFN Lucci

Yea

Yea x 3

Yea

Uh uhh

Told em they shouldn’t, less you want none

Wait for it, gotta want one

Tryna have

Everything yea yea

If anything ima grind

Somebody tell 'em that it’s my time

Somebody tell me why they hating on me

Somebody tell 'em stop hating on me yea

Somebody tell 'em that I’m not lying

Somebody tell em I will outshine

Anybody think they gone replace me

You know I am who they said I wouldn’t be

You know you gotta win, fight, conquer

I promise to go in, I wouldn’t lie to you honor

I promise to come in and destroy my opponent

I promise no man wants it as bad as I want it

Somebody go and tell 'em that I’m not lying

Somebody tell 'em I will outshine

Anybody think they gone replace me

You know I am who they say I wouldn’t be yea

Uh

Nigga let’s get it understood

Nigga still might jugg what you mean?

I’m good, I gotta eat, I gotta eat, yea yea hey

But they don’t wanna listen

Everything a nigga tell them they ain’t never want to believe

I got a whole lot of tricks up my fucking sleeve

What would you do if a nigga really ever leave, uh

I’m from the slums

We ain’t have shit nigga barely had a crumb

Sell a hundred bags buy a hundred round drum

Tryna take sumn tell 'em ring the alarm

I gotta build for my kids I ain’t have nothing but Mom

Gotta give em things I ain’t have when I was young

Everything got a pricing

I’m just saying, gotta maintain

Nigga gotta go and get something

Since he was frustrated, nigga frustrated

Gotta count a hundred mil' before the lord take me

And If I make it I pray to God I can save it

And ima give it all to my baby

And ima put it all in my song baby

Told her «got it all"but she still ain’t grateful

Paid for it all bitch still ain’t grateful

I wonder if I fall will you be here later yea

Straight to the top, where I’m going, know it

Every beat I kill, yea the boy feel like Floyd

Riding in the back, hundred bands on the boy

Baby I’m the boss, and your man unemployed

Yea yea got this bitch up in the back

She don’t work for none yea

We was sipping on act'

Way before the money yea

And we been had swag way before the money

Tell me why these niggas acting like they new to money

Niggas be acting like bitches

And bitches be loving these niggas

What’s up with these bitches

Bitches be talking 'bout money

And ain’t getting no money

What’s up, I can’t fuck with you bitches

Somebody tell me what’s up, I don’t get it

Somebody tell me what’s up

Man it seems like yesterday we wasn’t really up

And now everybody say that they fuck with us

Man I told these lil bitches to back up

I have no fucks to give I cannot trust

I had to slow it down no need to rush

In love with that paper it gives me a rush

Man I don’t give a damn what they tell me

Every single gold chain like a medal yea

They say you gotta change for the better

Even though a nigga came from the ghetto

Yea, stay down get money what they tell me

Riding 'round with a forty and a felon yea

You know you gotta listen to your elders

They done been through everything that they tell us

Have you ever felt pain when everything numb

Ima still remain when you ain’t huh

Everybody go to hang when you wait for

Fuck around and clear it all with this AR

These niggas they talk about it

You know you gotta go and get guap

All my niggas yea we straight from the block

Came in the game getting green off top

And if a nigga play, prolly knock off his top

My niggas ain’t never had love for no nigga

No nigga, yo nigga, nor a bitch, won’t let him

No, I never ever let 'em

No, yea yea

All my niggas, yea

You know them niggas, all of 'em hitters, yea

Taliban all of 'em killers, yea

Slide down on 'em get rid of 'em, yea

Fuck you mean, aye son

You know them lame ass niggas better not say nothing to me

All that tongue wrestlin' shit ain’t me

I’m a muhfucking boss what you wanna be

(ft. Rich Homie Quan)

If it wasn’t for them late nights, stressing on the block

Tryna get it up, I don’t even know where I’d be

If it wasn’t for that 15 months, that I spent locked up

Nigga I don’t even know where I’d be

If it wasn’t for the last 24 months I spent with nothing

Nigga I don’t even know where I’d be

Yea, If it wasn’t for the sacrifices I knew my momma took

Nigga I don’t even know where I’d be

If it wasn’t for momma, daddy, I swear that

I don’t even know where I’d be

If it wasn’t for the commas I was stacking

I swear to God I don’t even know where I’d be

If it wasn’t for the rolly I’d prolly waste time

Prolly thinks life’s blinding Cartiers on my eyes

My money for???

yea I spent like nine

Everyday me and Lucci thank God

Cause ion know where I would be

I don’t know where I would be

Without my family

And I don’t give a fuck about how much money you got

Dont handle me

Guess what I make a nigga answer me

Broke nigga took that hoe to Applebee’s

All my suits tailored like the pastor speak

Versace everything like Master P

Pull up on my niggas in the hood

Then I, smoke a couple blunts and then book

A lil' rolly a watch its red like a bull

I fucked that lil hoe 3 days in a row

I can tell that pussy scared cause she show it

Funny how all my exes want to know what I’m doing

I put lil shawty to bed, got tired of hearing her moaning

Watching out for the feds, riding around with nothing on me

She wanted to watch me rap, turn on the movie Mummy

She kept the lights on, while she was doing it to me

All I know is real boys, see me and they know me

I swear I don’t know where I’d be without my homies

Shoutout Lucci, shoutout YFN

Shoutout Rich Homie, boy no new friends

Ion know what I’d be without them East Atlanta corners