Letter To The Streets Neek Bucks

You told me you'd never change on me
You the reason I’m running round wit this thang on me
Momma told me you shyste and wasn't made for me
Even took my homies im hoping it ain't the same for me
You took shik we talked about it and both cried
A month later I witness my nigga volt die
Fuck niggas feelings this situation is Northside
Got so much love for my brothers I’m playing both sides
I'm still mad we let them get in the way
Said somethings behind ya back i should've said in your face
Shit that we did those pussy niggas couldn't relate
You the one who taught me how to cut crack on a plate, remember?
For some reason you know how to make the hood change
Even had me selling yellow for them new jays
Few ways you was responsible for these goon ways
Fuck grades was tryna Find ways to get the crew paid
To the fakes though I love you for that
If you was a person, Shit I'd probably hug you for that
Got hit in the head didn't tell me you was coming with that
And shots at the opps you knew we wasn't fumbling that
Shit, if I don't make it did the best I could, tryin to talk to you the best I could
Can’t fault me for that
Over bitches wasn’t wrong for that
Held straps thank god they never caught me for that
Shit my Mother said you wasn't right for me
Couple times you looked out for me
That’s why I ain't mad at you
Can't be Mad at you
My mother said you wasn't right for me
Couple times you looked out for me
I ain’t mad at you (can't be mad)
Nah, I ain't mad at you
(taught me everything I know)
(Damn, I ain't mad at you)
(I ain't Mad at you)