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