Letter - Yo Gotti

I got a letter for you

Yeah, from the the bottom of my heart nigga 8/11

Dear I respect you like a little brother should

You gotta know, got a million dollar master plan

Bro I know you a man, I know you get your own money, I understand

We kill for each other, Steal for each other, violate your parole I’ll do them

years my brother

I just wanna do this music, you just wanna slang yay

Pray to God every day that we get on the same page

I got a letter for you, better yet I got some cheddar for you

Nigger play with

You know niggers like us, don’t get

I’m on the road and niggers askin' bout you

They wanna hear you cause they hear a nigger rapping about you

No niggers with you

And they verified you a real nigger!

You’ve been above, playing devil in the field, nigger

But when you look at me, you’re looking in the mirror nigger

I’m what you made me, get money and take care of the fam.

right

Ain’t that what you told me

Ain’t what my life like

One of a kind, blood line like no other niggers

Sincerely yours, yo gotti, lil brother, nigger!

You’re going, going on, I’m saying

You and gotta be on the streets bro

If you’re going back I’mma feel like its my fault

Letter to my niggas, letter to my family

Letter to the streets, man we out here livin' scareless

Wrote a letter to my haters, told 'em I don’t give a fuck

When you see me in the streets you know what’s up pussy!

Letter to my niggas, letter to my family

Letter to my haters, man I know they can’t stand me

Wrote a letter to the fans, told 'em Ima live it up

If you want me come get me, I don’t give a fuck!

It’s a letter to my tell 'em about their mommas

Tell 'em about 'em dad, how we met and got their numbers

Met 'em in the club, daddy was a

You got from

Daddy start tripping, start and crapping

Bitches start

Treating momma like a queen

Momma just want a daddy

But daddy didn’t miss us, so momma start being happy

It’s a letter to my daughter, don’t let a nigger treat you like I treat your

momma

Your first words your first steps

On a road thinking dollars

And my son he’s a mother fucker

We gotta burn like a mother fucker, tell him to fight

Never run from a mother fucker

You talk to daddy, he’s a mother fucker, and back to me

Like obstacles, life against the obstacles

That’s what done the impossible

But daddy came through

So why I try to tell you

You could be who you wanna be, do what you wanna do