Tarantino - Post Office Lyrics

Letter to the music
I put my faith in you if it ain't this then what I'm doin
If I keep ripping all these beats they prolly end up suing
And imma make it back this life is what I been pursuing
I love to hear and see the people f*cking with my shit
It's cool and all but I don't never get to hear the booing
Feel like it's people riding me so they can say they knew me
I think the raps is taking over ian been producing
I think the raps is taking over least i been improving
I want the claps and all the snaps i f*ckin want it all
And we can scrap or grab the strap who really want it all
I got that pap inside of me who really wanna brawl
I feel like i been running shit i never had to crawl
I feel like ion got it in me wanna drown in whitney
My brother said it's in our hands and then it finally hit me
I'm riding til the wheels is off f*ck who ain't riding with me
Letter to my ex
Play this verse a million times before you send that text
And I ain't never have a problem til you tried to treat me like the average nigga that you follow
Til you tried to take my f*cking smile away im working harder
Til i went and spent a f*ckin band you never spent a dollar
And i tried to wait on you it seem your flower never blossom
I can't even hate on you because my love is working harder
And I'm really straight on you on to the next f*ck it we balling
F*ck it we balling
You say we really still ain't talking yet so what you call it
You know exactly what I'm here about you steady stalling
Back in the summer time i think that's when i started falling
Back in the summer time we spent some hours just for walking
I was holding back cus I'm the type to finish what i started
We be twinning you stuck on some shit from years ago and finna go to college
And i almost tried again this time around i finally fought it
My language for this love of yours is talking out my wallet
Recall the simple things swore up and down i was the tallest
Ain't delete them pictures yet but sooner later gotta toss it
I been trying for the longest think it's time i finally off it
Have you ever cried just thinking bout it pouring out the faucet
Now i see em all the same
I don't know what i was doing but i guess we all to blame
Letter to whoever
Letter to you hating niggas im forever better
Letter to the salty niggas i forgot the pepper
Letter to the famous me hope you can handle pressure
Letter to the gang and them letter to the guys
Letter to the realest niggas we the last alive
Write a letter to my God cus I'm terrified
How I'm hidden but I'm always in the devil's eye
Letter to myself