Message 2 Myself lyrics

[Intro]
Huh 2 r’s
Free da gang rip my uncle
Shoutout everybody rockin wit me
Huh huh huh

[Verse]
Look I put my trust in you
And you let me down
You on papers and then when you go there was a gun around
You supposed to be a father
How’s that making your kids proud
Lil n*gga you real wild but at least you growning up
Always talkin that gang gang sh*t, n*gga
Now what set you throwin up
Or what I mean what you throwin down?
What you mad 'cause your pops wasn't around?
It wasn’t his motherf*ckin' fault his drinkin ass didn’t put the liquor bottle down
It wasn’t his motherf*ckin' fault that your clothes you wore
Growin' up were probably hand-me-downs
Lil n*gga that’s yo fault f*cked up with all the bullsh*t you bought
Take an L that’s yo loss
You can’t get nothing else, nail Jesus to a cross
I seen you do some reckless sh*t with out remorse
You think it’s cool 'cause you jumped of the porch
I think it’s cool if you buy yourself a house
Or better yet, n*gga, buy your momma house
I see you steady putting woods in your mouth
You even went and got another roadie now?
On truth, better cut that sh*t out
On my dead uncle, I ain't with the bullsh*t
That man gonna die for you
And, if you ask me, n*gga, you still ain't no sh*t
I remember you was locked up in the bullpen
Praying hard to Go about how hard you want to win
I remember that you also told 'em that if they let you out right now
You'd try your best not to sin
So, what the f*ck you doin' with that 50-shot
Runnin' 'round talkin' 'bout you don't need a friend
You must wanna get locked up again
You must wanna put the sh*t to an end
What the f*ck is the point of makin' money
If you ain't gonna be here to see that sh*t far spent
What's the point of tryna make it out the hood
If you gon' let the n*ggas in the hood bring you right in again?
You must be poppin' them pills again
You done with your ass doing drills again
Can you do a million views on many men
Man all type of money that's comin' in
Ain’t you downtown, smoking with a view, what, you uncomfortable?
Your ass wanna be collecting stunts again
I know you don't wanna be a f*ckin' bum again
I know you don't wanna go to jail for a gun again
Nighttime outside with the wolves howlin' at the moon
I know you wanna see the f*ckin' Sun again
'Cause your life's on the line every motherf*ckin' time
I know you wanna see your daughter and your son again

[Outro]
Huh, for real
Hmmm
Actually, it's that one sh*t, you know
Nah
It's notes to myself
You know, sometimes you gotta motherf*ckin' talk to yourself
[?], I can't talk
For me, to me, [?]
[?], but I gotta do better
Do better
This is a message to myself to do better
Do better
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