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mercy great - wrote him back lyrics

capeesh love, stop with the violence and get your peace up
these skeezers swear that they know me i caught amnesia
my t up but i ain’t that froggy lean in my tea cup
chiraqanesia where n-ggas do magic on visas
open season on my brothers for reasons that not chosen
gun laws f-cked up only can ride if its not loaded
but what the f-ck the sense of exposing it if you not blowing
get the popping like a flat guess i’m leaving ya top open
i got hitters that’s gonna shoot with precision and make moves
i got n-ggas that’s lock down in them prisons who paid dues
my brodie wrote me and he told me give back to who made you
told him i know ya fed up keep ya head up and be prayful
brother i know i’m king and i have to taught it
my white b-tch is a queen but my black b-tch is a goddess
how could you call me racist all these white boys in my pocket
i call up lindsey lohan and trade some c0ke for a oscar
told bro i’m through lolly gagging i’m bout to make it and rapping
told bro i’m done goofy cappin and these streets hustling and trappin
somebody calling me daddy i got to make some sh-t happen
and i say soon as you get out i’m have this b-tch cracking
he wrote me “word up i know the name mercy about to burn up
n-gga turn up the town got it next and n-gga you first up
but bro you great and i told you this sh-t when way we was young
that one day that you would make it in music get out the slums
but anyway i know you heard lil lord snitching and went state
that sh-t cra but i ain’t tripping some n-ggas ain’t built straight
tell my bm that i love her and make sure her rent paid
heard she got another n-gga amazing how sh-t changed
they gave me eight i did two so i got two more to go
and when i’m out i got to do four years on parole
but when i’m home i’ll know you’ll be on need tickets to them shows
my cellie f-cking with your music my n-gga i put him on
and that chiraq freestyle the realest sh-t you ever wrote
just stay down for your people and give they -ss what they want
you going blow bro that’s on my soul i already know
you going blow bro that’s on the folks i already know

i wrote him back i wrote him back i wrote him back i wrote him back i wrote him back i wrote him back
i wrote him back i wrote him back i wrote him back and put some money on his books and got his baby mama back
i wrote him back then he wrote me back but i ain’t wrote him back i wrote him back then he wrote me back but i wrote him back
i wrote him back then he wrote me back but i ain’t wrote him back man i heard my n-gga snitching man and i ain’t wrote him back

my twenty year n-ggas south burbs we raised in the town
craig park n-gga it’s more then a playground
we was in u.p. on circle dr. or burnham getting treed
addict lord and ceaz and g.c. cashtro rico t
and porsha like my sister f-ck with her you’ll get yo -ss beat
summer night under car ports i p-ss tae tae some hennessy
my n-gga greg his twin brother i mean my brother gydiancy
joe and justin had it bussing cluckers love the dynasties
and everybody know the rules of the streets life that we chose
mama say them n-ggas ain’t your friend feel dumb that i ain’t know
but i wasn’t there maybe it’s some sh-t that i don’t know
but you my n-gga and this going be the last stamped envelope
i wrote him back

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