Kodak Black - Letter lyrics
Kodak Black [Dieuson Octave] Pompano Beach, Florida, U.S
[Kodak Black - Letter lyrics]
Nah what they did right there
Nah, let me see that (Nah, that's just-)
Who that from, right there? Yahhh, my nigga!
That real
Just got a letter from my nigga
I grabbed the top and I ripped it
Two pages front and back
I read them and started grinnin'
Wonderin' how I'm doin'
He like, "Lil bruh, how you feelin'?"
Told me shit ain't the same without me
The streets miss me
He hate the situation I'm in
He say I'm trippin'
Just got out of the county
They tried to send him to prison
Just talked to his PO and
He still facin' a sentence
While he was writin'
He was blowin' kush and drinkin' Remy
He lookin' at my pictures right now
He in his feelins' just tryna bounce back
But other than that he chillin'
Tellin' me how his dog went
Down and went to snitchin'
Damn, that shit crazy cause we
In the same position
Say he remember them times
Goin' on them missions
Say he for real, he really do
He reminiscin' he out there making moves
Then get caught up with the swivelin'
Everything going smooth and you
Just get caught slippin'
This shit a lesson for you breh
You better pay attention
When you get out, Kodak
Stay focused and keep spittin'
Bruh, you remember that hoe
You was fuckin' with, lil Vicky?
Man, I hear she fuck with
Some nigga from Khia City
When you think about it
I ain't seen you in a minute
I hope when I get out we
Could ride around the city
I'm in Tallahassee right now
I'm with Lil Ricky
I'm tryna stumble across a little play
I'm just livin'
Just do your time and don't
Be worried about these bitches
I'm here for you, anything you need, breh
Just hit me
Your brother just told me you hopped
On a plea for three
But everybody sayin' you
Caught eleven years, g
I'm doin' good nigga, how about you?
I had to send a kite cause
That's what real niggas do
You my lil nigga forever
Just keep your head up
And write me back ASAP
Soon as you get this letter
Nah, let me see that (Nah, that's just-)
Who that from, right there? Yahhh, my nigga!
That real
Just got a letter from my nigga
I grabbed the top and I ripped it
Two pages front and back
I read them and started grinnin'
Wonderin' how I'm doin'
He like, "Lil bruh, how you feelin'?"
Told me shit ain't the same without me
The streets miss me
He hate the situation I'm in
He say I'm trippin'
Just got out of the county
They tried to send him to prison
Just talked to his PO and
He still facin' a sentence
While he was writin'
He was blowin' kush and drinkin' Remy
He lookin' at my pictures right now
He in his feelins' just tryna bounce back
But other than that he chillin'
Tellin' me how his dog went
Down and went to snitchin'
Damn, that shit crazy cause we
In the same position
Say he remember them times
Goin' on them missions
Say he for real, he really do
He reminiscin' he out there making moves
Then get caught up with the swivelin'
Everything going smooth and you
Just get caught slippin'
This shit a lesson for you breh
You better pay attention
When you get out, Kodak
Stay focused and keep spittin'
Bruh, you remember that hoe
You was fuckin' with, lil Vicky?
Man, I hear she fuck with
Some nigga from Khia City
When you think about it
I ain't seen you in a minute
I hope when I get out we
Could ride around the city
I'm in Tallahassee right now
I'm with Lil Ricky
I'm tryna stumble across a little play
I'm just livin'
Just do your time and don't
Be worried about these bitches
I'm here for you, anything you need, breh
Just hit me
Your brother just told me you hopped
On a plea for three
But everybody sayin' you
Caught eleven years, g
I'm doin' good nigga, how about you?
I had to send a kite cause
That's what real niggas do
You my lil nigga forever
Just keep your head up
And write me back ASAP
Soon as you get this letter