Obie Trice - Letter Lyrics

I write a letter to my self, wonÂ’t forget the jail
All that dead in jail
I write a letter to myself to show that I provale
Howcome you can tell?

You started off the problem, you ainÂ’t got no goddens
Color is low, look around this vibinÂ’
No fallinÂ’ availeble, itÂ’s willinÂ’
You actinÂ’ like a bitch right now, now nigga IÂ’m ridinÂ’
My homie at the street they ainÂ’t hold much
He frustrated, try to watch TV
Try to mark young Z, the roach itÂ’s coped and sneck some company
FrontinÂ’ like they donÂ’t see cribs
That shit stressinÂ’ for an _____(?) especilly when yoour dress code reckless
Feeling thereÂ’s no blessings
ThatÂ’s when your sticky chess out and get prespective
You know you not the freshest, freshest, freshest
Write a letter to myself, wonÂ’t forgget my hell x 2


Come on, you know the hood you was made in
Night and day in slay, never came here, had to prove you was breck with
Mama the only one who raisinÂ’ em
See the homie on the block, got the ay on the same page
Like the way I rock, he just see me from the way
What I do guap, take a squap on the cray
Stash bout little hunnit fit OD
Still got a little hunny in my fam
On the way to pick this up, looking like a year
And you get no complement it
So things go original just I canÂ’t escape your fear
IÂ’ve never been here, never been noticed
Life is more than just a poster on OTIS
Obie you the coldest, humble your self, stay focus
I love ya, the reason why I wrote this
Write a letter to myself, wonÂ’t forgget my hell x 2


You from Detroit so you know how the buissines is
Haters in quiters things
And I know where you live, who your baby is
How your money work, try to take you off you
Then you get it out you, put you on the trauma
Unit so donÂ’t matter them niggas without you
Major part of that reason they out you
You donÂ’t build the house here even thou the nigga are out here

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