NAJJEE - Letters Of Incarceration lyrics

[Intro] Yeah This for all my n***as Locked up All my n***as who can't see their kids All my n***as who gotta serve a lil bid We here for you [Hook] And I'm just tryna tell the truth From the streets to the booth From my n***as on the corners To my n***as in them suits To my b**hes selling p**y To my b**hes up in cla** To my n***as with degrees To my n***as stacking cash [Verse 1] My cousin caught on the block Maximum he gotta serve is two years in the spot It gets on my f**ing nerve I told him give me a call It's nothing if you need something I get a call my n***as busted How the f** I'm gon' function I'm jumping, itching, waiting for that lick That'll take me from dirt poor to rich Less fortunate to it To all my n***as working 9-5 Nevermind them hating n***as you on your grind I know a n***a doing 9-5 Searching for a deeper meaning in his life You got one chance n***a better f**in do it right There's a lesson in it all A hand when you fall A blessing for all my n***as to shed light when you gone [Hook] [Verse 2] Not to mention my other cousin is knocked by them law f** the DA, NYPD they could all All those mothers who done cried for sons Lost in the fire We n***as born to expire In the ghetto we born survivors I could send my fam a b**h, just to give him head Some fresh all white kicks Commas certainly keep him fed I'm sorry I prolonged Pockets wasn't so strong Just wait til a n***a home I gotchu I'm gon be on Shorty I wanna freak her Bonita apple was bomb I cut it laced with ether We trapping hard for sneakers They sneakers for lord jesus Just bless us we facing demons Blue and whites they seek us Just save your guard We need em And my momma even told me Boy you never trust police Even text me say be careful When you see they in them streets And I never talk to law I got jumped before my father Brought me to identify sorry I don't recall