I sit back and reminisce about the shit I been thru
I cant answer none of my calls I got some shit to tend too
And I heard he got protection but these bullets rip thru
Love Letters to the streets I'm on the road I miss you
And I got that money calling, phone ringing, I cant let it ring
Boy you better grab a umbrella when these bullets rain
Just because he keep it on him that don't mean he got the aim
Had to cut a couple niggas off cause they was acting strange
They scared to let me in the door cause im a fucking problem
I don't need they love no mo and thats what really got em
All gas, no brakes, I went full throttle
Legend drop the album that shit like the hood bible
And I got some flows for sell come on and come and buy em
And my voice it worth a million im the walking lotto
When I talk you better listen this that hood gospel
He gone switch & she gone leave thats the hood cycle
I want a rich life, so dont ask me why im acting like that
Get hype, he gone fuck around and push yo ceiling back
Bank schemes, his cousin cooling where them scammers at
Aye, I be where them dealers at & them shooters at
Straps up in that bookbag, bet not look back
This shit was incidental, Legend back up in his rhythm
Got a shooter on the roof im moving presidential
He was playing both sides so we caught em in the middle