LowBee3k - LowBee3k - Letter 2 MyseLf

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I think you need this
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Is that music
Aye, stash The sticks we on the road we gotta get it going
We upstate with these hoes they all 304ing

I know you see this cup of juice this ain't no regular potion
Purple on me you see Christian when I'm curb stomping
Keep an eye gotta stay dangerous just to pave the way
What that mean I'm like Rondo back in 19 when I fade away

R.I.P. my bro man they never solved this murder case
Creeping in these streets tryna take a nigga face away
It's real brazy advancing to this lifestyle
I'm LowBee, I bang the L, it's gon' get wild

Bouncing out the bix, momma thinking I'm a good child
Took a couple L's before I won, you think I'm good now
Miss my pops up in the minute, hope he doing bool
Should've stayed around, probably stayed my young ass in school

Letter to myself, I gotta ask you what you doing fool
Get up on that neck and leave all these niggas miserable
It's real brazy advancing to this lifestyle
I'm LowBee, I bang the L, it's gon' get wild

Bouncing out the bix, momma thinking I'm a good child
Took a couple L's before I won, you think I'm good now
Miss my pops up in the minute, hope he doing bool
Should've stayed around, probably stayed my young ass in school

Letter to myself, I gotta ask you what you doing fool
Get up on that neck and leave all these niggas miserable
Ayy, break that door, hit that stash, we gon' bang it out
You can keep that 9 to 5, I love the paper route

And he could've been my nigga, had to take him out
No back doors open, if he get in break this bitch down
Just let me talk reminiscing off the old days its just a thought
Know it should've never went that way, but it ain't my fault

I've been out there way too focused on the cheese
Been down on my dick, I don't hear no fucking please
Ayy, bet I bust it though
I done been around the block with a hundred foes

Know some niggas who call shots with a runny nose
Get back gang, we outside, we finna up the score
You only live once, you gotta live some more
What you know about sleeping on that kitchen floor

Five grams in this leaf, where my feelings go
Pour me up a drink, we outside with the money hoes
Express myself, I'ma do it through this music
I know a lot of young niggas who go through it

Bustin' plays, I do whoop, do whoop in Mexico
A couple songs ago, I went viral, keep it goin' though
It's real brazy, advancing to this lifestyle
I'm LowBee, I bang the L, It's gone get wild

Bouncin' out the bix, mama thinkin' I'm a good child
Take a couple Ls before I won, you think I'm too now
Miss my pop, Been a minute, hope you doing bool
Should've stayed around, prolly stayed my young ass in school

Letter to myself, I gotta ask you what you doing fool
Get up on that neck and leave, all these niggas miserable
Just let me talk, reminiscing off the old days that's just a thought
Know it should've never went that way, but it ain't my fault

I've been out the way, too focused on the cheese
Been down on my dick, I don't hear no fuckin' please
I don't hear no fuckin' please
Nah, and I don't hear no fuckin' please

Letter to myself, Stack that bread get that wealth

Written by:
MusiQ Johnson

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