Heartfelt

[Intro] (d.a. got that dope) [Verse 1] Dear John, dear y'all I'm writin' you this letter 'cause you ain't answer when I called Trill Bill live from the battlefield Y'all take care of a nigga children in the event I fall Miranda, I know you wish I'd do better And sometimes I know it seems I ain't too clever And from right here, it's a long way until forever King, please forgive for my absence Missed a lot of time through me, found out you mine, regardless How shit go down, I'm your motherfuckin' daddy Queen, you my motherfuckin' queen 'Bout you I'm goin' to the bean, I knew before you were even three Your daddy's gon' start havin' to pick out caskets And send my love to my big brother Masnik Tell him I'm sorry for dissin' him 'cause he didn't take that charge But he knew that was his motherfuckin' ratchet [Verse 2] Viking, I pray you never have to kill a fella My little god brother Ivan lookin' like he might want to be a stepper I done been on both sides of that barrel These crackers givin' out more time than you can measure They ain't show you the grimy shit, just the glamour But they ain't told you they cryin' and ain't no pleasure Just hard times, niggas post you, won't send a letter Pickin' up viles like my vulture got a vendetta Why I always gotta coach you to keep it thorough? They don't know what I go through, that might be better But niggas close to you tellin' folks your business 'fore you even tell 'em You spendin', they count your cheddar, they sittin' around playin' the Devil I cried real tears in this Givenchy sweater I wonder will Bill ever get it together? I'm on these pills, still actin' like I'm sober Hopin' that they don't kill Bill while I'm gettin' my life in order I don't wanna die in my twenties, got a little longer While I'm wonderin' where my life and children be gettin' older I don't know, but this life a nigga been livin' Might send a nigga to prison, I probably got twenty killings Dear God, where do I even start? I've been tearin' families apart since you took my grandpa Shit outta hand, but look and these damn cards Look at my hands, there's a lot damn scars All the real niggas in the ground or in the yard Fuck nigga scared, only way they win, you got a fed charge Lookin' at Prince though the sonogram, I know that's my little boy Thinkin' hard, headin' nowhere far, pray I see my newborn