Suicide Letter

[Intro]
Yo, Jiji, turn it up
I've been lost and traumatized
On the block and he clutching
Idolized some bad guys who kill for nothing
Ayy

[Chorus]
I done seen a lot of shit but I'm still out running
Never changed up on the gang, I always kept it a hunnid
If you my brother then I got you, when you call, yeah, I'm coming
I gotta make it out the city, I can't die with this money
Percocets, they have me grieving, put a twist in my stomach
Trust no bitch, they always leaving, I get played like a dummy
Flex so hard 'cause I ain't have it, I was broke with no money
My cousin died, it left me scarred, in the dark, I was running
Never believed in all the hype, niggas be moving too funny
Can't trust a soul, I think my dawg be tryna snake me for money
It break my heart behind a wall, collecting calls for my cousin
Bro in the trap selling that raw, ain't finish school, he was flunking
And I thought my dawg could really ball, at twelve year old he was dunking
He lost it all, his mama died and she left him with nothing
Shellshocked and traumatized, on the block and he clutching
Idolized some bad guys who will kill you for nothing

[Verse]
He got tears in his eyes, he ain't fucking with school
Mama dead, his daddy died, he's just lost and confused
Feeling like he's fade against the odds, lock yourself in your room
Looking out the window and he just stare at the moon
Weekends he stay at home, he don't mess with nobody
Tryna get himself together all the time 'cause he plotting
Feeling played 'bout everything 'cause what they got, he don't got it
But he ain't tryna do no wrong, he pray that God really got him
Feel like he giving up, put the MAC in his bag
He doing hits to earn money, running low on that cash
He can't vent about his parents and it's making him mad
I wanna tell the whole story but the ending just sad

[Chorus]
I done seen a lot of shit but I'm still out running
Never changed up on the gang, I always kept it a hunnid
If you my brother then I got you, when you call, yeah, I'm coming
I gotta make it out the city, I can't die with this money
Percocets, they have me grieving, put a twist in my stomach
Trust no bitch, they always leaving, I get played like a dummy
Flex so hard 'cause I ain't have it, I was broke with no money
My cousin died, it left me scarred, in the dark, I was running
Never believed in all the hype, niggas be moving too funny
Can't trust a soul, I think my dawg tried to snake me for money
It break my heart behind a wall, collecting calls for my cousin
Bro in the trap selling that raw, ain't finish school, he was flunking
And I thought my dawg could really ball, at twelve year old he was dunking
He lost it all, his mama died and she left him with nothing
Shellshocked and traumatized, on the block and he clutching
Idolized some bad guys who will kill you for nothing