Lyrics Dear Cee, Dear Boosie - Boosie Badazz, C-Murder

Dear Cee, Dear Boosie

You know it’s hard
It get harder too, you heard me?
What you gon' do, give up?
That ain’t pose to be in your vocabulary home boy
Come on man, you gotta think you heard me?
This for you homie, look here
Dear Cee, Dear Boosie
This your fan Lil' Toochi
I love you 'cause your life is like a movie
It’s real, you see my daddy got killed
And my mama on drugs
So I’m alone and I gets no love
And I might even join a gang
'Cause the world is a bust
So if you can send some breads to a thug, my love
Dear Toochi, Dear Cee, CPT OG
I’m surprised you remember me
It’s been a minute B
You see this penitentiary got me stressing
It’s a trap, but I guess it’s better than a dirt nap
Now what’s happening
You say your life is all craps well let me tell you this
Dawg I found my brother dead up in a ditch
Now let me ask you this
Before you call it quits
I know your life is hard
But do you believe in God
Now read your bible
Go to church and tell your pastor hired a hearse
And see your friends on front of a t shirt
To be a fatherless child, a victim of society
And all your lost friends tell you Toochi come get high with me
And temptation, knocking down your hesitation
To do the right thing you need to educate your brain
Reincarnate your name, don’t scandalate your pain lil' man
Never join a gang, get high or snatch a chain, one
What’s happening Toochi?
It’s Boosie
You sounding like your head bad
We used to got you rated a guy behind a red flag
Red flag, I know you messed up bout yo dad murder
You probably reading his letter now
Smoking a ton of purple
You momma hurt you, now you reaching out to talk to us
Take the game from me and Cee, real G’s fuck with us
Take all your pain and turn it into thug motivation
Try all you can to bring your momma out her situation
You say my life like a movie, don’t let it move you homie
Cause Boosie pose to be dead
Him and his cousin donkey
Just think about the consequences 'fore you make a movie
Gang, don’t even get a chance
You might wanna stay in school
Read your bible, read Psalms 51
There’s three strikes, there’s life and you’re done
Your daddy kiss
One love, one love