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dc2trill - letter to bama lyrics

[verse]
heavy rollin’, heavy sippin’
fucked around, got in my feelings with all these diamonds glistening
hardheaded young nigga, i had to learn a lesson (i learned it)
spider+man my favorite, but i grew around the villains
bishop had us in baby milo back when we was children
i know i’m 2trill, dog, but that nigga there, he the trillest (i love you)
my mama picked aidan up from my sister while she was in prison
her youngest seventeen, she had to restart from the beginning
ankle monitor on, let you know how i was livin’ (thuggin’)
i got locked up before hazel, so when he did, that shit hurt me
3te showed me how to be a boss, that’s for certain (uh+huh)
i was running off on niggas i should’ve served, dog, i was tripping
yeah, just served a nigga, he figured out it was fake, you gon’ have to kill me
okay, let’s take ’em way back
riding ’round in a maybach car, robbin’ niggas for they gas
and i still fuck with that boy leek, riding ’til the wheels flat
a boss like my auntie tanya, steppin’ like my uncle shaq
my uncle pooh hit me on facebook when i was runnin’ out of cash
man, and pooh been down since pick ’em up, bust ’em in the gap
roy lost his brother, i should’ve called him, no excuses
dog, i’m sorry, i’ve been busy with the music (sorry)
i was waiting on u+haul for mama to come home, but they had locked her up at target
so when it come to the cash, i need it now, no deals or fuckin’ bargains
matter fact, she got a busy, i need to go buy some fuckin’ ointments
you know i smoke like wiz and fuckin’, no, you cannot join me
what up, man man? (what up?) what up, bruh man? (what up?)
what up, big dae? (what up?) what up, lil’ dan? (yeah)
what up, slick casper? (r.i.p) what up, d hill? (p)
i ain’t done balling, i’ll see you when i get there
cut the tech and flex my watch
pussy cannot take my spot
nigga, i’ll stop rapping and flex on niggas and say, “fuck what you thought”
i pour drank up in the ground and i buy chains (for my soldiers)
i pour cash up in the air, should’ve been rain
ayy, should’ve been rain (for my fallen soldiers)
should’ve been motherfuckin’ rain (for my niggas locked up)
should’ve been rain
should’ve been rain (for them local niggas)
2t shit
[outro]
for all, for all the niggas who ain’t make it to the top
put money in this shit, put they life in this shit, know what i’m saying?
this for you, nigga
yeah
for all the niggas who lost they life to some bullshit over a bitch, over some fake beef, flunky beef
this for you, nigga
for all the soldiers, nigga, for all the real ones, nigga
from my hood to your hood, nigga
2t shit

- dc2trill lyrics

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