Lyrics Letter from Lucci - YFN Lucci

Letter from Lucci

Yea
Yea x 3
Yea
Uh uhh
Told em they shouldn’t, less you want none
Wait for it, gotta want one
Tryna have
Everything yea yea
If anything ima grind
Somebody tell 'em that it’s my time
Somebody tell me why they hating on me
Somebody tell 'em stop hating on me yea
Somebody tell 'em that I’m not lying
Somebody tell em I will outshine
Anybody think they gone replace me
You know I am who they said I wouldn’t be
You know you gotta win, fight, conquer
I promise to go in, I wouldn’t lie to you honor
I promise to come in and destroy my opponent
I promise no man wants it as bad as I want it
Somebody go and tell 'em that I’m not lying
Somebody tell 'em I will outshine
Anybody think they gone replace me
You know I am who they say I wouldn’t be yea
Uh
Nigga let’s get it understood
Nigga still might jugg what you mean?
I’m good, I gotta eat, I gotta eat, yea yea hey
But they don’t wanna listen
Everything a nigga tell them they ain’t never want to believe
I got a whole lot of tricks up my fucking sleeve
What would you do if a nigga really ever leave, uh
I’m from the slums
We ain’t have shit nigga barely had a crumb
Sell a hundred bags buy a hundred round drum
Tryna take sumn tell 'em ring the alarm
I gotta build for my kids I ain’t have nothing but Mom
Gotta give em things I ain’t have when I was young
Everything got a pricing
I’m just saying, gotta maintain
Nigga gotta go and get something
Since he was frustrated, nigga frustrated
Gotta count a hundred mil' before the lord take me
And If I make it I pray to God I can save it
And ima give it all to my baby
And ima put it all in my song baby
Told her «got it all"but she still ain’t grateful
Paid for it all bitch still ain’t grateful
I wonder if I fall will you be here later yea
Straight to the top, where I’m going, know it
Every beat I kill, yea the boy feel like Floyd
Riding in the back, hundred bands on the boy
Baby I’m the boss, and your man unemployed
Yea yea got this bitch up in the back
She don’t work for none yea
We was sipping on act'
Way before the money yea
And we been had swag way before the money
Tell me why these niggas acting like they new to money
Niggas be acting like bitches
And bitches be loving these niggas
What’s up with these bitches
Bitches be talking 'bout money
And ain’t getting no money
What’s up, I can’t fuck with you bitches
Somebody tell me what’s up, I don’t get it
Somebody tell me what’s up
Man it seems like yesterday we wasn’t really up
And now everybody say that they fuck with us
Man I told these lil bitches to back up
I have no fucks to give I cannot trust
I had to slow it down no need to rush
In love with that paper it gives me a rush
Man I don’t give a damn what they tell me
Every single gold chain like a medal yea
They say you gotta change for the better
Even though a nigga came from the ghetto
Yea, stay down get money what they tell me
Riding 'round with a forty and a felon yea
You know you gotta listen to your elders
They done been through everything that they tell us
Have you ever felt pain when everything numb
Ima still remain when you ain’t huh
Everybody go to hang when you wait for
Fuck around and clear it all with this AR
These niggas they talk about it
You know you gotta go and get guap
All my niggas yea we straight from the block
Came in the game getting green off top
And if a nigga play, prolly knock off his top
My niggas ain’t never had love for no nigga
No nigga, yo nigga, nor a bitch, won’t let him
No, I never ever let 'em
No, yea yea
All my niggas, yea
You know them niggas, all of 'em hitters, yea
Taliban all of 'em killers, yea
Slide down on 'em get rid of 'em, yea
Fuck you mean, aye son
You know them lame ass niggas better not say nothing to me
All that tongue wrestlin' shit ain’t me
I’m a muhfucking boss what you wanna be
(ft. Rich Homie Quan)
If it wasn’t for them late nights, stressing on the block
Tryna get it up, I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for that 15 months, that I spent locked up
Nigga I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for the last 24 months I spent with nothing
Nigga I don’t even know where I’d be
Yea, If it wasn’t for the sacrifices I knew my momma took
Nigga I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for momma, daddy, I swear that
I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for the commas I was stacking
I swear to God I don’t even know where I’d be
If it wasn’t for the rolly I’d prolly waste time
Prolly thinks life’s blinding Cartiers on my eyes
My money for???
yea I spent like nine
Everyday me and Lucci thank God
Cause ion know where I would be
I don’t know where I would be
Without my family
And I don’t give a fuck about how much money you got
Dont handle me
Guess what I make a nigga answer me
Broke nigga took that hoe to Applebee’s
All my suits tailored like the pastor speak
Versace everything like Master P
Pull up on my niggas in the hood
Then I, smoke a couple blunts and then book
A lil' rolly a watch its red like a bull
I fucked that lil hoe 3 days in a row
I can tell that pussy scared cause she show it
Funny how all my exes want to know what I’m doing
I put lil shawty to bed, got tired of hearing her moaning
Watching out for the feds, riding around with nothing on me
She wanted to watch me rap, turn on the movie Mummy
She kept the lights on, while she was doing it to me
All I know is real boys, see me and they know me
I swear I don’t know where I’d be without my homies
Shoutout Lucci, shoutout YFN
Shoutout Rich Homie, boy no new friends
Ion know what I’d be without them East Atlanta corners