21 Savage - letter to my brudda (Lyrics)

21 Savage - letter to my brudda (Lyrics) Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➡️ Join Our Discord: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ 21 Savage: Subscribe now 🔔 ✗ 📲 Connect with me: ✗ Submit & Contact 🔻 📧: aron@ #21Savage #lettertomybrudda #americandream #rap #city 🎵 Lyrics: Woah, woah, woah [Verse 1] 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 n****s 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? [Interlude] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Outro] Y’all know, like, real street n****s gon’ feel this shit And I don’t want n****s 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 n***a down forever Know what I’m sayin’? ’Til then, we gon’ hold this shit down, straight up