YRN - Letter 2 The Game Lyrics

Alright, this like my 19th time f*cking doing it
Let's get it
They don't even know which route I'm finna take
I'm quick to anger
Spit so hard my teeth are loose I need to get a damn retainer
Listen to the deeper truth and get to all the bullshit later
I'm an avid celebrator of breaking down legislature
I must've been a hater
Right before I got born in this place
In 7th grade I played the horn, this music been in my grace
And every morning opened up my eyes, I had the realization
You ain't getting any change until you change it up and speak the language
The world is talking to you, that's why they say it's a calling
It's time to pick your team like, AAU and get to balling
The ones we keeping highest up are always bound to falling
Melatonin flows is all I hear, bitch, I'm gon' get to yawning
Running shit on niggas, all they ask is, do us all a solid
Please, just let us breathe, we need a second from the YRN machine
Let me keep it brief
I'll cut you open
Making sure you see the only time you spill your guts is when my f*cking sword is seen
It's him, the reaper in the flesh, go on and on and on and on and on and on
In every session, can you write a song for me
I look to him, what kind of question
Eating every beat that served to me, I'm getting indigestion
Barry Bonds, I'm knocking it out, football wasn't shit to me
Still running up South Street, trying to do a tally on the best and ain't count me
I can never lose because the music has found me
Cause I don't think I'm lost anymore
I just picked it up and ran out the door
I think about you more than I could possibly afford
And you gon' run it up, I tried to tell you stop it man
You had to go and change the score