(Yeaahh Lil Lody on the track!)
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, I got a million dollar master plan
Bro I know you a man, I know you get your own money, I understand
We'll kill for each other, Steal for each other, violate your parole ill 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 ya
Nigga play with you bust my barreta for ya
this a chance of a lifetime
You know niggas like us, don't get this kinda oppurtunity in a life time
I'm on the road and niggas askin bout you
They wanna meet you cause they hear a nigger rapping about you
They either there or know niggas that was jailing with ya
and they verified know that you a real nigga!
You've been a boss, you aint never been a field nigga
But when you look at me, you're looking in the mirror nigga
im what you made me, get money and take care of the fam. right? ain't that what you told me
ain't that what my life like
One of a kind, blood line like no other niggas,
 Sincerely yours, yo gotti, lil brother, nigga!

Y know how you keep going, going on, I'm saying but the truth of the matter is 
You in the streets and aint gotta be in the streets bro
If you go back I'mma feel like its my fault,you know what I mean
Chorus: 
Letter to my niggas, letter to my family,
Letter to the streets, man we out here livin scandeless 
I wrote a letter to my haters, told 'em I don't give a fuck
When u see me in the streets u 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 children 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 thug
All them toys and clothes you got ,you got from daddy plug
Daddy stop trapping, start rappin and trappin it 
Bitches start flockin and daddy couldn't really help it
Treated momma like a queen
Momma just want a daddy
But daddy didn't miss it, so momma stop being happy
it's a letter to my daughter, don't let a nigga treat you like I treat your momma, daddy sorry for them moments
This the realest shit i ever wrote
If it wasn't for mariah i'd probably be robbin or sellin dope
Daddy missed ya first words daddy missed ya first steps
On the road gettin this money thinking dollars signs would help
And my son he's a mother fucker smart and sneaky
we got a bond like a mother fucker, taught him to fight
Never run from a mother fucker
You have any problems you talk to daddy, he's a mother fucker, and back to me
Daddy life consist of obstacles, life against the odds, success was damn near impossible
But daddy came through
so what I'm tryin to tell you
you could be who you wanna be, do what you wanna do
Sincerely yours daddy

Chorus: 
Letter to my niggea, letter to my family
Letter to you streets, man we out here living scandeless 
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 niggers, letter to my family,
Letter to you streets, man I know they can't stand me
Wrote a letter to the feds told em imma live it up
You want me  come get me, I don't give a fuck!

This a letter to the streets, why adopt a nigga?
Gun and work in my hand, why not stop a nigga?
I coulda went to college was smart and made all A's
I coulda died five years ago from one in my bald fade
I coulda went down wit B and 'em, maybe even C and 'em
Dodged so many indictments god must see somethin else in him
Dear me,who?, yea you
See you don't see so much selfish shit that you do 
You think it's all about gotti world and the shit that matters to you
When it's shit that mater to everyone else you ain't got a clue
Dear mama
For the record you my mother and my father you gave me the game you made me harder
You gave me drive gave me hope, you shared the pain when we was broke
You was happy we together cuz we family it's whatever
Mama! (no mo worries) 
Now i'm on,whatever you on, whatever you desire, whatever you want
I just talked to juge, he in the rolls wit me 
Say he gon catch a couple shows wit me
Say make him the top of CMG 
So he can become a million dollar street nigga like me
(Bridge)
Ay, see this all this shit really about
Love for ya family,love for ya real niggas,and gettin this money stayin together
(CHORUS)
Letter to my niggea, letter to my family
Letter to you streets, man we out here living scandeless 
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 niggers, letter to my family,
Letter to you streets, man I know they can't stand me
Wrote a letter to the feds told em imma live it up
You want me  come get me, I don't give a fuck!












                          Thanks to A Wood for correcting these lyrics