Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Letter, artist - Raekwon. Date of issue: 04.03.2012
Song language: English
My Letter |
| This my letter to the rap game |
| Hip hop, I’m a product of the trap mane |
| Crack came, I didn’t know how to act mane |
| I did what I had to do when the pack came |
| This is my letter to the rap game |
| Hip hop, I’m a product of the trap mane |
| Crack came, I didn’t know how to act mane |
| I did what I had to do when the pack came |
| Wu-Tang Clan, they ain’t nothin to fuck, wait |
| 2 Chainz ain’t nothing to fuck with |
| Need search warrants cause these niggaz is suspects |
| All I talk is money so Chainz is the subject |
| Came in this motherfucker hundred grand strong |
| To be exact, grinding the kush pact |
| Ride with the roof back, live with a suit act |
| Killing em, so I am dying my suit black |
| Dear rap game, you are ill homie |
| Havin me thinking we were gon' make some real money |
| Came from the streets, I’m a beast, capiche? |
| Lock my dick in the mail by the bills held |
| And hey rap game, the real comin' |
| The way I’m murking these niggaz hope your will comin' |
| And when you’re numb, it’s kind of hard to feel somethin' |
| I’m the type to get rich and still hustle, yeah |
| And before I leave let me say this, play this |
| Have my niggaz dead or in jail like Asic |
| Face it, back to the basics |
| 2 Chainz on them bitches, looking like Vegas, the greatest |
| My worlds coming to an end, speaking philosophical |
| Six’s on the coupe, when they said it was impossible |
| Got the type of guns to make the city feel uncomfortable |
| And we breaking bricks down, till the last molecule |
| Cherish the horizon, sun blessed party, hey |
| Thinking 'bout this business, and it’s time that I gave away |
| Trying to make a plan today, niggaz on there way |
| Locked in confinement, gotta learn to levitate |
| And on the inside, my instinct, I survive |
| All I got left is pride, touchdown, I’mma ride |
| I was raised as a boss |
| Damn, I let a nigga take me off |
| And let him tell Josh that his pops was soft |
| Mothafucker |
| Rocking blood diamonds, cooling in the hood with the goons |
| Came on this, Cam is trying to buy us some Guccis |
| It’s a movie made, regardless, my crooks is the hardest |
| Buying crazy pots and pans, stay in apartments |
| Bank roll was all we ever needed |
| While niggaz was weeded, playing space, and pumping crack in the ceiling |
| Just fly young with heart, I sift in the park |
| Made sales, blazed a few shells, yeah who cares who you are |
| I’m honest, I make you cry like onions |
| Stay in your lane, beat the name and we done |
| I was legend yet, now my papar stretching, yeah, that’s it |
| Go ask the Rocky Glass, «I class act?» |
| Villas, moving-making guerrillas, the willas |
| The guest-star gun fights, squeeze on the squealers |
| Don’t come near me, nigga |
| If you don’t got no money, fear me |
| Matter fact, move it, ya hear me? |