Instead of a letter baby ima put it ina song Baby me been so sad while u gone QWishing I could talk to u on the phone Tell u this shit in person off the the dome Ik u miss how I use to comb ur hair U stayed getting me stuffed teddy bears In the past mak didnt do what he needed to and had baby jada in tears Now I learn fear is False evidence appearing real Now we grown so this shit the real deal Please baby if I fall down will i be left behind If i could i swear i would find a way to reverse the tim za qe Remember when i use to buy them dimes Crazy how u shine bright First and last thing I thinking morning morning to night Baby dont ever think I'm Going to bounce U say u wanna be a Mixon U know we be vicious Moving around setting traps like denis the minis I swear me and u winning All them daddy take care of mommy While she shaking Ik u dont like when u keep me waiting Massage her body when she need daddy To dick her down Baby when u mad I keep a frown Come on baby let that booty bounce Lay on the couch Watch me beat that pussy down Really feeling u cause the bond hard like steal We might as well get ready for these Bill I'm not gone lie my bro got me feeling ls ad Things finna get bad Hopefully I will make it for MoMA and dad Sorry i wasn't there for jada b graduation But whe u get back ima be the doctor And u can be my lil patient Dont worry about why they hating All I do is be stressing Cause I'm running out of blessing Hoping I can avoid saintin Dont have time for the hanging To much goals and in still planning Ain't no thug but I still be knowing w ats happening Chains getting snatched and bullets get fired cause Bro acl broke so it's my turn to take it Instead of a letter baby ima put it ina song Baby me been so sad while u gone QWishing I could talk to u on the phone Tell u this shit in person off the the dome Chains getting snatched and bullets get fired cause somebody wasnt playing around Dipping and dodging in lands as I pull up in town That nigga witch and phoney Got to get that bag cause this world running off money Me and mrs Mixon went missin Cause we getting money Ain't no chicken or donkeys No time for us slip ad get hit by a bus Makybie born to be somebody Sad cause he separated between mama and daddy If pops was for me to become a man Maybe life would of been easier staying away from sin Mama tried to stop her baby boy going to the pin Why does a black boy have to fear the klutz clutch kan Why does life have to be made of pain And will a black man learn their lesson I dont fuck with them weapons Disappointed family and being someone I'm not Which poison me like venom Put the money in the bag and dont try nun I swear the stupid shit i did in the past was funny MoMA and daddy always fussing Swore on my heart i wasnt bussing That bitch salty like chicken and dumplings Bitch I'm not dumb I'm not no puppet Go get aj sosa so he can dump him It's only ab conversation so c ur way out it Jadad b say she want to be a Mixon Baby girl say she about it Slid the tip in to see was she bout it She start jumping thinking she was gone ditch it Hit up Welch to find them digits I dont kill but another body went missing They probably chopped it up in the kitchen But couple mo months neck gone be dripping Nun much just chilling stealing thinking like a villain My nigga kilo rap cause he love the beat Tell baby girl dont run cause the pussy finna skeet I dont sell weed but didnt say wouldn't tell u to get of my street