Letter to Mama

this is a letter from juicy jrake Harra to my mama cause I'm just spitting fire and how a nigga came up starting from the under I'm the little cool nigga that became another I just stutter, cause I'm faltered Mama thought me to be good and I started up good even with the bad nigga I was described as good and met the bad crew and it turned me to something new and I was holding guns and I was coming to you breaking doors late at night and I don't what the devil knew I don't care what a nigga do all I care is milking you and I'm making money out of what I do and I didn't hit her last night and late night I'm coming home to my bitch she asked what you did tonight? and I said some shit was your Niggaz with you? oh shit! for real but that niggaz was home with his bitch and my bitch started ganging and running shit i did work late night just to get me some money shit all day I'm the nigga saying funny shit when they see the Lil' money I say Mama sent me this but Mama was home and she don't know no shit but a nigga in the hood and smoking them rollie shit these Niggaz be cocky whilst them bitchs do corny shit now im some police shit and papa couldn't get me out of this i stayed behind bars and i couldn't see the street i wws supposed to be dead, locked up and forgotten not feed now I'm rapping about the story now a nigga getting bread and I just wont stop caused i know how i felt it and now a nigga getting it hating Niggaz be hating shit money i be getting it Mama i just did it rapping in minutes and they listen to it letter to my mama and i hope she can feel this one hunnid never thinking little but do a little bit little beat im the rapping man peter pan and middle man butni started from the cradle man living life waiting for the halo man im never thr little man im the man