21 Savage – letter to my brudda (nightcore version) Lyrics

21 Savage – letter to my brudda (nightcore version) Lyrics
letter to my brudda (nightcore version)
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    "letter to my brudda (nightcore version)." - 21 Savage

    Album: american dream (nightcore version)
    Track No: 07
    Woah, woah, woah
    Once you cross that line, it ain't no tryin' to fix it
    You want me to forgive you, let's be realistic
    I can't kick it with your kind like I tore my meniscus
    How you go from co-defendant to a fuckin' witness?
    They'll stand on couches with you, but won't stand on business
    Woah
    I watched everybody turn on my brother
    Like he ain't have 'em out here flyin' jets and fuckin' bitches
    This shit ridiculous
    I feel your pain, my brother
    I know you from the struggle
    I know how hard you hustled just to take care of your mother
    I know you took clothes off your back for **** you call brothers
    I know how hard it get in this jungle
    Tryna prevail without bein' tried like you no sucker
    Huh, life's a motherfucker, yeah
    I know ain't nobody perfect
    But what's the point in makin' it out if all they do is cuff ya?
    You know, we be comin' from, like, the worst conditions, the worst circumstances
    The trenches, the gutter
    And sometimes we be forced to make decisions that we don't even wanna make
    It be about survival
    At the end of the day, we be havin' good hearts
    They just be in bad places
    I guess that's life, though
    Father God, forgive me for my sins
    Take the mask off all my enemies that's out here actin' like my friends
    Did some shit I'm prayin' I never gotta do again
    I put blood, sweat, and tears inside this win
    If I take care of my hood, the prosecutor call me Gotti
    Turn my back on the hood, they probably kill me, probably rob me
    It's a Catch-22, I'm bein' honest
    Hard work, tryna keep the past behind me
    I still be havin' flashbacks 'bout Johnny
    Fast forward and the major label signed me
    Had to hustle, had to focus, perseverance
    Mama used to go to TJ Maxx and shop on clearance
    Tayman and CJ, I can still feel they spirits
    Skinny and Wanwan used to rap, I know they hear it
    It ain't that easy, puttin' pain inside of lyrics
    Send this up to Heaven so they can clear it
    Y'all know, like, real street **** gon' feel this shit
    And I don't want **** to get misunderstood
    'Cause the rules we live by, don't even matter no more
    Just a, just a setback for you to come back
    Can't hold a **** down forever
    Know what I'm sayin'?
    Till then, we gon' hold this shit down, straight up

    Writer(s): Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Tyrese McGriff, Paola Barba, Kavi lybarger, Park Min Geon, Tchakalla Anthony Romeo & William Boyette.

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