Yo Gotti

Yo Gotti - Letter lyrics

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(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

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