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malcolm believez - letter to the dons كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]

i hate that i gotta communicate in this way (“what’s good, bro?”)
nah, i’m not saying it’s a h-ssle, but i missed you today
ay bro, i missed you today
and every time you back out, i be hoping you stay
ay bro, i’m hoping you stay
but before i make it home, you eating off of a tray
and mom is out in the kitchen, and she asking me to pray
homie, you was my dawg, tell me when you went astray

’cause in elementary school, you were the student of the month
i was tryna get like you, but i was putting on a front
your awards on the wall that i could never win once
i wasn’t showing you right, now i just want to buy you lunch

and i know i never showed it but it really hurt me much
’cause you the little brother, but you always played the crutch
when you was doing better, i wasn’t supporting much
when you started doing bad, i wasn’t keeping in touch

i started picking up books, you started cracking the dutch
you started dropping the ball, and i wasn’t coming in clutch
nah, ’cause i was on planes when you were still on the block
and i was living in florida when you were living on lock

they tell me sometimes you just gotta go and get it
and leave behind the people that just aren’t really committed
i’m waiting for the trial and hoping you get acquitted
but i know that deep down that it’s likely that you did it

yo how am i successful when my brother can’t be it?
how can i be a light when my brother can’t even see it?
some saying “hold your head”, but i know those thoughts heavy
god told me that he got you, even when you not ready
look up

[j. rico – chorus]
they sayin’ that i changed, i ain’t nothing like the old me
’cause i ain’t with the gang, but i still be with the homies
and i ain’t ever lie or buy the dreams that they sold me
’cause i would rather die ‘fore i let them streets control me

‘fore i let the streets control me
‘fore i let the streets control me
‘fore i let the streets control me

yeah, yeahhh

[verse 2]
he said brother, how you been? (“what’s good, chief?”) good looks for reaching out
the words you write with ya pen, i’m hearing right from ya mouth
i heard that you making moves, ma said you down south
you on ya way to the top but you paving ya own route

and yo, happy belated, you 23 and you made it, dawg
i spent my 21st in a cell and i hate it dawg
you was right and i’ll be the first one to say it dawg
if i could get a second chance, i would replay it all

and go back to them days when we were younger bro
just some lil n-ggas with hoop dreams, we trying make it yo
you took a shot, i p-ssed the rock, before we had to go
our separate ways, i miss them days, still my n-gga though

you get a grade, i make a play, i ain’t no quitter though
we both just tryna get paid my way was quicker though
now i’m locked up in this place, i should’ve figured yo
next time you saying ya grace, mention ya n-gga, bro

‘fore i let the streets control me
(control me)
‘fore i let the streets control me
(control me)
‘fore i let the streets control me.’
(control me)

yeah, yeah [2x]

i would rather die
i would rather die — ‘fore i let them streets control me

- malcolm believez

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