Letter to my brudda
(American dream - Third Studio Album)
21 Savage
21 SAVAGE LETTER TO MY BRUDDA DETAILS
21 Savage letter to my brudda Lyrics. letter to my brudda Song Sung By American Artist 21 Savage On American dream Third Studio Album. 21 Savage letter to my brudda Is American Pop Song Labelled By Epic Records, Slaughter Gang & Sony Music Entertainment. 21 Savage letter to my brudda Music English Lyrics Released In January 12, 2024.
21 SAVAGE LETTER TO MY BRUDDA INFO
Song : letter to my brudda
Artist : 21 Savage
Album : American dream (2024)
Genre : Pop
Language : English
Label : Epic Records, Slaughter Gang & Sony Music Entertainment
Release Date : 2024.01.12
21 SAVAGE LETTER TO MY BRUDDA LYRICS
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 niggas you call brother
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 niggas gon' feel this shit
And I don't want niggas 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 nigga down forever
Know what I'm sayin'?
'Til then, we gon' hold this shit down, straight up