MajesticRecluse - Letter's, Pt. 1

Unstable mind, 100 times
Fucked it off, got it right back 200 times
Never fall keep it straight pushing, a running grind
Got a phone for all my hoes, that's my other line
Playin with fire, I'm feelin' like Federline
Flogging they lines, they all need some better rhymes
Addiction to you like my name was, Will Battlehyme
Riding with snipers, they done upgraded from dracs
Semi loaded, got it tucked under his waist
4nem' just hit a lick, broad day
Seen a clean up, have to happen driveway
Lord please sanctify, the one who spray
And bless anyone, who come your way
Feel the evil, but the Love display
Spread the knowledge, keep the hatred at bay
Let's Get It, like Wayne No Ceilings
Chick-fil-A signed, what a feeling
Me and Kobe, finally have two billion
Takin' time, just cooling healing
Me and the guy's, was moving like crack attacks
Makin' these play's, ain't have us no running back
Started 3.5's, we turned it to quarter sack's
(Turned it to quarter sack's)
(Turned it to quarter sack's)
Just touched down, in the Raq today
Keep a binary, don't want auto spray
4nem' just got, a brand new K
Keep it close to his chest, a lot to say
Why else, you think he got it where he lay
Hop straight out the bed, ready to spray
He ain't even, put on his socks today
(That's a cold killer in the broad day)
Me and my niggas, ain't got no feelings
Riding around, done upgraded from drug dealing
No more random licks, back of the building
Love the fam, and I ain't got no children
Y'all be little boy, stressing bout a million
Me and my niggas, be Big Dog Billion
Hilton already told 'em, that we ain't got ceilings'
What the fuck nigga, we ain't got ceilings'
Cooling in the back, yeah a nigga had a rat-tat
Tooley attached, only way that he grip the mac
Holster quick grip, yeah you know he got a quick react
If he take your shit, you a never get your shit back
Running in the trench, yeah you know he did a quick lap
Pour up half a brick, yeah you know he got to sip that
Brand new Rolex don't tick, this ain't a Tic Tac
Any designer that we wear, know it's mix match
Shorty wanna keep asking me, why I grip that
In and out the bank, yeah you know this ain't a big cap
Moving up in rank, some sayin' I got a big stack
Hiding in a tank, some sayin' I need a Big Mac
Walked in dank, straight smelling like pressure
Say my hoodie fye, I told her I'd mail her
Two in the air, flying like a propeller
To your doorstep, right after the day I met her
450 on my feet, Fuck Margiela
Hiding in the back, like a nigga in a cellar
Internal turmoil, told her I'd tell her
But right now, writing these songs like a letter
Heartbreak been through it, feeling getting better
Stuck with the guys, yeah some like a cellar
Can't even lie, we been going through hell of a shit
Tryin' make sure, ain't nobody been devil sent
Cooling in the stu, yeah I'm feelin' Fifth Element
No not a iPhone no no, can't never bend
Perfect Timing hit, yeah the feeling magnificent
Got to make a move in the back, got to get it in
Always watch a nigga, if they try to play yo' twin
Ain't nobody notice, till we dropped that Motion
All my niggas active, sipping purple potion
Never doubt yourself nigga, just stay focused

Written by:
Rollen Noble

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