Letter To The Maker Jun!or

(Hook)

I look at god he's staring right back
I ask him if I'm on the right track..
Cause all I wanna do is write raps..
And when he writes back... I kinda like that

So I'm doing shit an angel do
Doing shit an angel do

So I'm doing shit an angel do
Doing shit an angel do

(Verse One)

I keep my head up through everything.. i promise you it only makes me stronger/
Any obstacle in front of me it only takes me longer but i reach the destination/
Jun!or mother fucker repping Vegas LOUD MiLiTiA don’t forget the exclamation/

See i came up.. slanged bud spit a lotta flame but i didn’t get the play to be real its a shame cause
My bros here.. Sometimes I wonder if my bros hear, or if they play it once because they don’t care/

And as i look around i start to see a lot and notice more
So if your not down Ive got to toss you overboard/
My homies always bored.. same shit different year/
Im on my david blaine shit had to disappear/