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cte 3 – letter from 8hunnid lyrics

letter from 8hunnid lyrics
[hook]
tell me that you love me, you be lying pathological
i prolly’ won’t make it out, sh+t i’m just thinking logical
brudda lost his life inside these streets, it wasn’t optional
mama hate i won’t put down this gun, but what my opps would do
seen some n+ggas change, like what the f+ck boy i’d have shot for you
so it’s just me and twin, we posted up wit a lil’ glock or two
3 come to the 6 then you camp gon’ bring them choppas through
say that i’m the voice, cuhz i be preaching these my chronicles

[verse]
big bro said you’ll make it wit this rap, it ain’t no stopping you
i moved up out the hood, but if lil’ bro call i swing a block or two
i’m just tellin’ stories for deep inside a toyota
i was on my ass but gave my last to my lil’ soldier
lil’ shorty broke my heart that hurt so bad ian’ gon’ hold ya’
but i speak with my chest causе i couldn’t cry on no one shoulder
b+tches ain’t gon’ lovе you till they see what they can gain from it
i planted that seed i never knew i was gon’ hang from it
just rap what i live this sh+t got easy ’cause i came from it
glorify the street, some i can’t do cause i got pain from it
but this the life we choose
they told me only god could judge, but swear that sh+t ain’t true
they took my twin and my big bro while i was in the school
and i ain’t get it
f+ck it was on a mission
talked to bro through the jail phone, had to sit down and listen
spoke some sh+t through a code, but i know that he paid attention
when my brudda came home hit his phone he was stacking digits
told lil woonie i got him, can’t let you make me no lie
rather y’all tell my mom i’m serving life than that i died
rather talk to my brudda it’s hard to pray up to god
’cause who was there for me, 2018 them nights i cried
sh+t i felt i was on my own
loyalty over love cause that sh+t ain’t never as strong
my grand+dad say you’ll never get right out doing wrong
my mama say you’ll never find healing out doing songs
but f+ck that ion’ talk ’bout my feelings
came from robbing not stealing
ian’ jason so f+ck a mask my city know we villains
b+tch i just want a million
don’t want see h+ll or jail but i know this the life we living
ain’t seen no other choice
i speak sh+t from heart, that’s why they labeled me the voice
sh+t we done lost so much, that sh+t still hurt, long live the boys
they say lil’ 3 ain’t never grow up still play with toys
this sh+t too crazy post on smith with a smithin
loved that lil’ baby k it go to shaking like it’s trippin
ian never served but i made sales up out that kitchen
don’t claim to be gangsta just say that we grew up different
but f+ck it i’m gon’ thug if i go broke or fail the mission
and ion’ want yo’ love stay to yo’ self f+ck yo’ opinion
and ion’ got no trust don’t give f+cks bout yo’ intentions
i rather die alone than have that fake sh+t in my mentions
b+tch i’m gon be the greatest when i’m finished
[hook]
tell me that you love me, you be lying pathological
i prolly’ won’t make it out, sh+t i’m just thinking logical
brudda lost his life inside these streets, it wasn’t optional
mama hate i won’t put down this gun, but what my opps would do
seen some n+ggas change, like what the f+ck boy i’d have shot for you
so it’s just me and twin, we posted up wit a lil’ glock or two
3 come to the 6 then you camp gon’ bring them choppas through
say that i’m the voice, cuhz i be preaching these my chronicles

- cte 3 lyrics

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