Aye bae I need you to type this letter real quick
It's tuesday 4:24 a.m
I got a few things I wanna go over and discuss
I wanna send a copy to the industry
Let these n***as know how I really feel
I hope there's enough ink in this motherfucker
Make sure I got enough v.s.o.p
Make sure I got enough reefer
Cause I'm a be here a minute, it's gonna be a long night

Think I'm in the wrong place
Thought I was in the music business
Lotta you n***as doin music, but ain't nobody doin business
Everybody want favors, Who you n***as fuckin kiddin?
My brother went to prison n***a
Ain't none of you n***as fuckin visit
A n***a want me on his album take care of fuckin business
Paper work, artist splits that's how you know the business finished
Labels got you n***as fooled
Got you thinkin it's y'all pennies
A lotta you n***as is music whores Cause y'all n***as don't get it
I'ont understand you n***as though
Cause all I hang around is bitches
Soon as you make a bitch mad, first thing she do is twist it
A bitch don't get what she want Second thing she do is flip it
Fuck n***as tell lies
Real n***as pay attention
Two n***as beefin means: One hot, one isn't
No awards, filthy rich
Guess what? ain't trippin
Ol g's og
Cause them n***as
Control their feelings
Killers kill and killers don't tell you n***as that they killin
A n***a that tell the story first
The n***a don't pay no fuckin attention
N***as lie for one reason: To boost they motherfuckin image
You hear a n***a droppin names
The project comin out in a minute
The only name's you n***as say
The one that the streets feelin
You want street cred?
You got to go in the streets
And go an get it
And n***as that talk the most shit
The main n***as that ain't authentic
The rar rar n***a
He the same n***a in court snitchin
The game real simple homey
It's all talk and no killin
A bunch of n***as that sit around
And try to come up with gimmicks
If you was real homey
You'll know what's real
And what isn't
Ain't never rapped about
A n***a in prison
That I ain't went and fuckin vist
3 albums and ain't drop
One name still with it
Told you n***as from day one
"pussy n***a, I ain't friendly"
Real n***as can't be emulated
And y'all try to fuckin bill it
I keep my eyes on you n***as
And fuck with you
From a distance
My principles is non-negotiable
Point, blank, period!
It's kinda hot in this motherfucker
But we got the a/c on
Baby you actin like your fingers hurt
Alright I got that little shit out the way
I got some more shit for you to type
Ready...

Last n***as got shot
Sued me for ten mill
Some more n***as playin gangster
I found out that wasn't real
Them yoppers started goin off
Everybody fuckin squeal
N***as go from playin gangster
To tellin who the shooter is
I don't know a n***a that rob
That bring is camera
To the crime scene
Me somewhere without a couple shooters
You fuckin kiddin me?
N***as win oscars off of actin
And I see
A n***a try anything
To trick you off
These fuckin streets
A n***a try it all
Just to sit down
In your fuckin seat
Bein hot? I know about it
I been that since '03
Goon impersonators
Is all you fuck n***as'll ever be
You either one of two things:
You either groupies or the police
Ah man, it's gettin kind late
But before I go
Type this shit right here

I charge 40,000
I'm really worth 60
This month was kind of slow
Only did a quarter milli
I'm hotter right now
Then any n***a who ever diss me
Know why you mad
Cause I'm hotter than you and your city
Been in the streets
Say ounce goin for 550
My dog just came home
Bought him the 760
"oh plies must be scared
Keep his security with him"
Security ain't for you n***as
My security for these bitches
A million dollar n***a
In a 30 dollar dickie
N***a I was totin choppers
When n***as was riding 20's
N***as was on e&j
N***a I was drankin remy
Was it a 745?
Fore n***as had hemmys
Benz on 4's dogs
Hummer 26s
I put the 8's on the drop
Got the 2's on the bentley
And n***as claim to hate me
But ain't got no holes in me
N***a I sell goon
N***a just say "how many? "
Ain't on a hundred songs
Pussy cause I ain't friendly
Bills: I got none
Money: I got plenty
Gutter, and never left
N***a is still in me
Say I'm her baby daddy
Well that's that bitch opinion

A man, I'm finna let you go on
Ahead and go home dog
I don't think you like to work
As late as I like to work
But I'm a finish this another time homey