letter to my brudda (slowed down|Explicit) - 21 Savage
Lyrics by：Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Tyrese McGriff/Paola Barba/Kavi Lybarger/Park Min Geon/Tchakalla Anthony Romeo/William Boyette
Composed by：Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph/Tyrese McGriff/Paola Barba/Kavi Lybarger/Park Min Geon/Tchakalla Anthony Romeo/William Boyette
Produced by：Lil Tyh/KXVI/g06beatz
Whoa whoa whoa
Once you 'cross that line
It ain't no tryin' to fix it
You want me to forgive you
Let's be realistic
I can't kick it with your kind
Like I tore my meniscus
How you go from co-defendant
To a ******* witness
They'll stand on couches with you
But won't stand on business
Whoa
I watched everybody turn on my brother
Like he ain't have 'em out here flyin'
Jets and ******* *******
This **** ridiculous
I feel your pain my brother
I know you from the struggle
I know how hard you hustled
Just to take care of your mother
I know you took clothes off
Your back for niggas you call brother
I know how hard it get in this jungle
Tryna prevail without bein'
Tried like you no sucker
Huh life's a ************ yeah
I know ain't nobody perfect
But what's the point in makin'
It out if all they do is cuff ya
You know we be comin' from like
The worst conditions
The worst circumstances
The trenches the gutter
And sometimes we be forced
To make decisions that
We don't even wanna make
It be about survival
At the end of the day
We be havin' good hearts
They just be in bad places
I guess that's life though
Father God forgive me for my sins
Take the mask off all my enemies
That's out here actin' like my friends
Did some **** I'm prayin'
I never gotta do again
I put blood sweat
And tears inside this win
If I take care of my hood
The prosecutor call me Gotti
Turn my back on the hood
They probably kill me
Probably rob me
It's a Catch-22
I'm bein' honest
Hard work tryna keep the past behind me
I still be havin' flashbacks 'bout Johnny
Fast forward and the major label signed me
Had to hustle had to focus perseverance
Mama used to go to TJ Maxx
And shop on clearance
Tayman and CJ I can still
Feel they spirits
Skinny and Wanwan used to rap
I know they hear it
It ain't that easy
Puttin' pain inside of lyrics
Send this up to Heaven
So they can clear it
Y'all know like
Real street niggas gon' feel this ****
And I don't want niggas
To get misunderstood
'Cause the rules we live by
Don't even matter no more
Just a just a setback
For you to come back
Can't hold a nigga down forever
Know what I'm sayin'
'Til then
We gon' hold this **** down straight up
