“N*gga They’ll switch up on you ina heartbeat , I was on lockdown playin hard D , I’m already goin through it so don’t start please And I ain’t goin out soft yall better pardon me, Aye , guess I should’ve hung out with my smart peeps, Cuz now I stay strapped up like a car seat, She said do you miss me? I’m like hardly , Glock stick on my hip I’m playin hard D, Aye they tryna get to me I can’t allow em to, She said n*gga leave what I was about to do , And I wish someone would say I’m proud of you , Let the leopard send shots I won’t get loud w you , Aye, I’m so hard headed I can’t apologize, Gotta watch out what I say now cuz I’m monetized , Boy keep your head up we’ve dealt w harder times, Yea I’m on her bumper playin D-line Ray keep coming to my head in my free time , Committing crimes judge said that I need time , Tryna sort out the truth but you keep lying, Big glocks for the opps like fuck a peace sign , Man I was in that cage making spreads nd shit, When I needed you the most you played dead nd shit, Some of my n*ggas wear blue some wear red nd shit, But they’ll both get up on you if you say some shit Aye, even through light it gets dark quick , Smack the taste out your mouth for that smart shit, I’m all over I ain’t mean to break your heart bitch , But I need someone to do that play that part shit”
Toolie, you're very intelligent and given a special gift... You've got a great heart and a loyal brother... Leave all the sin behind you and live the life God intended for you... George Bailey sent you messagers and angels, as they did me... You have purpose in this world... Answer the call of the one that held you through tribulation and not the ones that led you to tribulation... Love always, your brother J.C. ...
