Letter to Myself lyrics

[Intro]
(Don't play with Stompa)

[Verse]
Tell you 'bout this lil' life of mine, I wouldn't know where to start
Hard headed, never really cared, but that's just what it was
I was the lil' n*gga still in the park, servin' in the dark
Threw my gun right in front of the police, took it as a loss
Facin' life at twenty-one, wasn't too many I could call
Runnin' the streets all day and night, my baby think I'm f*ckin' off
You with me now, but you gon' leave me I was to lose it all tomorrow
I miss the old days so much, this sh*t been tearin' me apart
Broken hearted, streets done left me scarred, I've been through it all
Can't even DND my phone, gon' miss my n*gga fed call
White tees ain't doin' no talkin', they straight knockin' n*ggas off
I ain't have to coach the lil' n*gga, turned his self into a boss
Ain't think I was gon' make it this far, I'm still in the streets
Grandaddy gave me that look like, "Son, you in too deep"
I don't know what these lil' n*ggas thought, they thinkin' this sh*t sweet
Blitzed my homie, I wasn't even known and I gotta play some beat now
[?] a dollar in the striker, sh*t gettin' litty over here
Ain't worried 'bout no opp, I'm probably f*ckin' these lil' n*ggas' sisters
And know I keep that b*tch on me, I wish a lil' n*gga would
I've been tryna find me peace, my mind so stuck up in the hood, though