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Fan Mail (Explicit)

King Lil G2013年9月3日

Fan Mail (Explicit) 歌詞

Fan Mail - King Lil G

Nobody wants it more than me

I'm writing stories 'bout my life

Pumping gangster music and smoking weed

This ghetto poetry this is what it's suppose to be

 

I'm certified like I got a stamp from a notary

 

I'm getting crazy as fan mail

A kid with no dad

Up in his pad doing crack sales

Telling me that his mom is never home

I don't think she really cares

That I'm drinking liquor and getting blown

I'm getting high just listening to you rhyme sick

And I replied with homie take your time with

Life 'cause I was in your shoes once

Chilling with the crew

That was making them other foos run

There was alotta gangs we had to choose one

The cops raided us like every other two months

Take my advice that ain't the life you wanna live

Make your mother proud graduate and make it big

 

I can hear the streets they talking

 

But you don't know the shoes I've walked in

 

Only thing I hear is money calling

Don't crucify me crucify me

 

I was performing in Chicago

I met this girl we was chilling

Sipping from the bottle telling me stories

About her young cousin Pablo

Before he passed away

He bumped my music in his Monte Carlo

Was my biggest fan used to play me everyday

Was even planning to take a trip to LA

Wanted to see me rap in front of a crowd

Told his friends I was raw as f**k repping the brown

Can't believe the next letter this young girl wrote

Your songs kept me alive

Last night I almost overdosed

Going through depression she might be pregnant

And not to mention

Her boyfriend didn't reply to the message

I wrote back and said baby your wrong

You got a future

And you shouldn't be apart of this song

I know it's hard to be positive

When you feeling hopeless

You can't give up

And hope that heavens doors open

I can hear the streets they talking

 

But you don't know the shoes I've walked in

 

Only thing I hear is money calling

 

Don't crucify me crucify me

I can hear the streets they talking

 

But you don't know the shoes i've walked in

Only thing I hear is money calling

 

 

Don't crucify me crucify me