Letter to Myself
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Let 'em in, let 'em in
Boog is showing the conscious, perfect insecurities
Minus impurities, fuck it nigga let 'em see
Let 'em in, let 'em in
Nick pick, no reply
I don't think she like the size in my eyes
I go ahead and let this tiny fucker fly
Nigga watch yo mouth, I know my mama raised you better
I'm focused on this music, I'm just tryna chase this cheddar
Yes sir, nigga get that money, grab a whole tub of it
When you finally fuck that bitch, make sure she don't run from it
Chill, when you find a wife, boy you found a good thing
And when you go to sleep, better ask 'pon that wedding ring
All hoes the same, MVPs to they own game
She tryna get chosen, don't even know your real name
Chill it ain't like that, tell me what it is then
Love is a battlefield, I want her to fight back
Mmm, that's your answer Boog? I don't even like that
Last time I took your advice, she ain't write back
Thing about these hoes, when one leave, one come right back
Now chill big man and go and sip on this night cap
Let 'em in, let 'em in
Boog is showing the conscious, perfect insecurities
Minus impurities, fuck it nigga let 'em see
Let 'em in, let 'em in
Oh my God, ain't you sick of being broke nigga?
All these hoes laughing at you, I ain't heard no joke nigga
All these people laughing cause they really think I'm funny
They laughing at your ass because you ain't getting no money
What you 'bout to do nigga, rap your whole life?
I got people in our contacts to change your whole life
Nigga one dial, one text, one call away
Come on Boog man, throw that shit away
I'm walking on the straight and narrow, straighter than an arrow
You living like a peasant, don't you wanna be a pharaoh?
Go ahead, buddy make a call to the trap again
Flip a couple packs and then bam back to rap again
No I ain't like that, no gangster in my blood
It's cool half these niggas in the game ain't a thug
It's all about our image and our shit is looking broken
Shut the fuck up cause the real me has spoken
Let 'em in, let 'em in
Boog is showing the conscious, perfect insecurities
Minus impurities, fuck it nigga let 'em see
Let 'em in, let 'em in
Mind of a demon, but the image of an angel
Rearrange the beanie cause my horns and my halo
Third strike in heaven, mix communion with the Quavo
Got kicked out, Jesus Christ told me lay low
I ain't even like that, I'm preaching to the choir
These niggas had the Goonies, real niggas had the wire
Watching tape on Omar, tryna be Stringer Bell
Expand what's in your diet, I don't think this ring a bell
Time to take my other side, it's hard to embrace it
If it wasn't for my other side, I would've caught some cases
Y'all don't understand my brain got yin and yang
Part of control is not doing a thing
On some K. Dot but bigger than Sean shit, under John shit
Boog just stands for ticking time bomb bitch
We can't even count bars, we go til the beat off
Let 'em in, let 'em in
Boog is showing the conscious, perfect insecurities
Minus impurities, fuck it nigga let 'em see
Let 'em in, let 'em in