heartfelt

Kodak Black

(d. a. got that dope)

Dear John, dear y all
I m writin you this letter
cause you ain t answer when I called
Trill Bill live from the battlefield
Y all take care of a nigga children in the event I fall
Miranda, I know you wish I d do better
And sometimes I know it seems I ain t too clever
And from right here, it s a long way until forever
King, please forgive for my absence
Missed a lot of time through me
found out you mine, regardless
How shit go down, I m your motherfuckin daddy
Queen, you my motherfuckin queen
Bout you I m goin to the bean
I knew before you were even three
Your daddy s gon start havin to pick out caskets
And send my love to my big brother Masnik
Tell him I m sorry for dissin him
cause he didn t take that charge
But he knew that was his motherfuckin ratchet

Viking, I pray you never have to kill a fella
My little god brother Ivan lookin
like he might want to be a stepper
I done been on both sides of that barrel
These crackers givin out more time than you can measure
They ain t show you the grimy shit, just the glamour
But they ain t told you they cryin and ain t no pleasure
Just hard times, niggas post you, won t send a letter
Pickin up viles like my vulture got a vendetta
Why I always gotta coach you to keep it thorough?
They don t know what I go through, that might be better
But niggas close to you tellin folks
your business fore you even tell em
You spendin , they count your cheddar
they sittin around playin the Devil
I cried real tears in this Givenchy sweater
I wonder will Bill ever get it together?
I m on these pills, still actin like I m sober
Hopin that they don t kill Bill
while I m gettin my life in order
I don t wanna die in my twenties, got a little longer
While I m wonderin where my life and children gettin older
I don t know, but this life a nigga been livin
Might send a nigga to prison, I probably got twenty killings
Dear God, where do I even start?
I ve been tearin families apart since you took my grandpa
Shit outta hand, but look and these damn cards
Look at my hands, there s a lot damn scars
All the real niggas in the ground or in the yard
Fuck nigga scared, only way they win, you got a fed charge
Lookin at Prince though the sonogram
I know that s my little boy
Thinkin hard, headin nowhere far, pray I see my newborn