Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Letter To The System, artist - 9lokkNine. Album song Mind Of Destruction, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: AFNF
Song language: English
Letter To The System |
Collect call from lil Mook he givin 30 to the system |
Tip my hat to Ski and JoeFat, they keep their head higher than a nigga |
You could believe it or not, I do this shit for all my niggas |
Sometimes them boys gone plot, and I’m crashing on that mission |
Them crackers never have no evidence, niggas just snitchin' |
It’s kill or be killed about my niggas, I get sentenced |
Fuck a period, I leave that nigga leakin, Glokk9 a menace |
I punch yo' two front teeth out, talkin' rearrange yo denist |
Difference between me and Dennis The Menace, I ain’t gon fix you when I’m |
finished |
Pop an addy, drink a red-bull and I get in my feelings |
The hood dead, the christian looters been drippin blood all on the semi’s |
Playing tough, you gotta spread, you want that bread that’s yo enemy |
AFNF, this shit run deep, you get a chain then you family |
Like I’m tryna mail em out the way my young niggas stampin |
Ay, lil OD saw a way out, you gotta cope with your surroundings |
Slide, I be hittin' with that Glock slide, two pumps, and I’m diving |
I be hittin' with that Glock slide, two nine, I’m divin |
I’m a cool ass lil youngin' but don’t make me get violent |
Like that motha' fuckin color purple, you know I’m out my body |
I’m just rollin' off that adderall, it’s all on my noggin |
They like, «Jit how you gon do this shit and how you be poppin?» |
You know all my youngins' flight risk, and all them be robbin |
Yea, mask up tonight jit, I could get it poppin' |
When my nigga feel himself, I swear he gon' be the hottest |
These niggas know just how we bummin, how we motha fuckin bummin |
These niggas know it ain’t no love, just like I’m choppa keep comin' |
These niggas know it ain’t no love, I let that chopper keep drummin' |
Hundred rounds out the AR, this bitch’ll fill up your tummy |
You think that she ain’t ate nothin' for dinner, we gon eat you like almonds |
You think that she ain’t ate nothin' for dinner we gon' make momma vomit |
We gon' make her get in that black dress and cry to her stomach |
You was talkin' out yo neck, why I be wantin' no woman |
This shit all for my respect, ain’t shit to do with no woman |
My circle smaller than a lifesaver but we ain’t savin' nothin' |
You tryna' pass me another blunt but I’m already high as heat |
Hold on, wait, I grab the ski and I grab the ski |
These niggas talkin' out they neck, they black and white, referee |
I got some shooter posted front-line right now as we speak |
I want a house with straight landmines, little bitch, watch your feet |
I got a 50 on a '40 but what I’m movin' discreet |
He put 30 on a '9 and 17 what we got |
A nigga talkin' out his neck I bet he need a green dot |
I got a red beam on the AR pistol, you think its safe round here |
Nigga don’t wanna go round no killers |
I got Lil OD with me and he gone bring that hoe outta nigga |
I see you bought a pistol but you ain’t never blow at a nigga |
My baby momma trippin' all these hoes at a show for a nigga |
Chauffeur a nigga, won’t never depend on you, to blow for a nigga |
Hot wheel, I don’t want that bitch to jam up so I got the Glock with me |
We be surfin' hot wheels, and we got some hot semis |
Mind Of Destruction, it’s destruction, you destructed nine |
Damn 1D, my nigga, you had to drop a dime |
Damn Jalayah look just like me man I won’t ever say she ain’t mine |
Tell your stubborn ass momma that I love her 'till the end of time |
And even if the lights off I’m still gon find a way to shine |
Long as I got you, my betty boo, you forever mine |
I know I be trippin', but you be trippin', bae just stop that cryin' |
I think I’m gon' get cancer, I’m facing backwoods, chasin' highs |
Rapper shit, got me putting commissary on my niggas books |
If I ever got locked up, would you do the same and handle up? |
My nigga said he wouldn’t and that’s a shame cause I had faith in bruh |
I’m lighting candles trying to ease the pain cause I just like the scent |
Ain’t talking scoliosis, I got your back, and that’s forever kid |
Free my nigga, he on the stool, and he just writin' us |
Free my nigga I’ll send a kite to you forever |
I love you |