Letter from New York (feat. Apolloislost) Video (MV)

I ain't tripping on no hoe
They outside, I don't see them in the bank tho
My ex bitch, she's two faced, she got two souls
All I need is all these commas with my real bros
I walk away and now I'm finally getting better
Didn't get the message, so you sent a love letter
You tried to find me in another lover
I know you mad cause I ran up another bag
I pray to God for all the things that I could've had
If I ain't got it obviously I don't need that
They know the brand, I ain't gotta post it with a tag
Almost on and I might just have a heart attack
I'm kinda scared, I don't know how this shit gonna end
This a letter from New York to my old friends
I took a trip to Times Square with my new men
It's forever too late to try to make amends
She said she like my big bands and she said she got a friend for my lil mans
Said she tryna f*ck, put me into the deep end
Shorty know that I can't cuff cause I know that she leaving
Everything swagging on me
Won't be long till a nigga become legendary
Shorty said that all my ice make her cream like it's Ben & Jerry
And they gone talk about me when I'm inside that cemetery
Damn. All my dogs on the loose
Why they thinking I'm finna crash like a bandicoot
You be calling my phone, I ignore you
Push you to the side to get a bag like I'm post to
That's how it's post to be
You say that it's green, but it's motion to me
And tell my old friends don't come close to me
Back then they coulda still held on to me
Shorty got like two sides, kinda like a two face
Pull up to the party, now she drinking all the D'usse
Old flame, kinda like a blunt when I put her in a ashtray
More bae, she still give me head like a toupee
Like a top hat
Send her to the streets, let y'all niggas f*ck a wild cat
Shorty throw it back in bed, she made a thunder clap
Relapse, she say we together, I say that's a cap
I'm tryna send this bitch home to make another rap
Think my niggas pussy, but I swear that we won't back down
Play us in this function, guarantee we shut this bitch down
All my niggas got hands, we knock you and then you bitch down
Tell them niggas bend, we don't see them when we coming out
All my old friends switching on me (all my old friends switched)
And my old bitch leaving me too (oh na na)
Dark thoughts flooding into my mind, and I don't know what to do (what to do, aye yah)
Now she call me and she tell me that she wanna reconnect
Told her if she wanna meetup then we can just have the sex
And that's facts, let's leave it at that
Cause I swear to f*cking god that I don't want you back
Let's stop the talk, baby you can tell me honestly
How the f*ck you did me wrong and you can still fall asleep
And everytime I'm in my mind (my mind), tell me why it's so hard to find
Peace in my head, after everything you said (you said)
After every lie you told me, how do you not have regrets?
I got hands, f*ck your bitch and knock your team down
And tell yo' mans back it up before the beams out (gra)
I'm like stick icky Vicky wit' the clip, when I blast know the choppa leave him bloody like a Sith
Aye, Quit that, chit chat I don't like to talk
I'm quick to grab the cutta, load a clip and cut a bitch off
And if he speaking on the gang know AKD can run him off
He got a drum that hold A fifty and he's quick to get to dump
I walk away and now I'm finally getting better
Didn't get the message, so you sent a love letter
You tried to find me in another lover
I know you mad cause I ran up another bag
I pray to God for all the things that I could've had
If I ain't got it obviously I don't need that
They know the brand, I ain't gotta post it with a tag
Almost on and I might just have a heart attack
I'm kinda scared, I don't know how this shit gonna end
This a letter from New York to my old friends
I took a trip to Times Square with my new men
It's forever too late to try to make amends
She said she like my big bands and she said she got a friend for my lil mans
Said she tryna f*ck, put me into the deep end
Shorty know that I can't cuff cause I know that she leaving
Everything swagging on me
Won't be long till a nigga become legendary
Shorty said that all my ice make her cream like it's Ben & Jerry
And they gone talk about me when I'm inside that cemetery
Everything swagging on me
Won't be long till a nigga become legendary
Shorty said that all my ice make her cream like it's Ben & Jerry
And they gone talk about me when I'm inside that cemetery