Wrote Him Back Video (MV)

Capeesh love, stop with the violence and get your peace up
These skeezers swear that they know me I caught amnesia
My T up but I ain't that froggy lean in my tea cup
Chiraqanesia where niggas do magic on visas
Open season on my brothers for reasons that not chosen
Gun laws f*cked up only can ride if its not loaded
But what the f*ck the sense of exposing it if you not blowing
Get the popping like a flat guess I'm leaving ya top open
I got hitters that's gonna shoot with precision and make moves
I got niggas that's lock down in them prisons who paid dues
My brodie wrote me and he told me give back to who made you
Told him I know ya fed up keep ya head up and be prayful
Brother I know I'm king and I have to taught it
My white bitch is a queen but my black bitch is a Goddess
How could you call me racist all these white boys in my pocket
I call up Lindsey Lohan and trade some coke for a Oscar
Told bro I'm through lolly gagging I'm bout to make it and rapping
Told bro I'm done goofy cappin and these streets hustling and trappin
Somebody calling me daddy I got to make some shit happen
And I say soon as you get out I'm have this bitch cracking
He wrote me "Word up I know the name Mercy about to burn up
Nigga turn up the town got it next and nigga you first up
But bro you great and I told you this shit when way we was young
That one day that you would make it in music get out the slums
But anyway I know you heard Lil Lord snitching and went state
That shit cra but I ain't tripping some niggas ain't built straight
Tell my bm that I love her and make sure her rent paid
Heard she got another nigga amazing how shit changed
They gave me eight I did two so I got two more to go
And when I'm out I got to do four years on parole
But when I'm home I'll know you'll be on need tickets to them shows
My cellie f*cking with your music my nigga I put him on
And that Chiraq freestyle the realest shit you ever wrote
Just stay down for your people and give they ass what they want
You going blow bro that's on my soul I already know
You going blow bro that's on the Folks I already know
I wrote him back I wrote him back I wrote him back
I wrote him back I wrote him back I wrote him back
I wrote him back I wrote him back I wrote him back and
Put some money on his books and got his baby mama back
I wrote him back then he wrote me back but I ain't wrote him back
I wrote him back then he wrote me back but I wrote him back
I wrote him back then he wrote me back but I ain't wrote him back man
I heard my nigga snitching man and I ain't wrote him back
My twenty year niggas south burbs we raised in the town
Craig Park nigga it's more then a playground
We was in U.P. on Circle Dr. or Burnham getting treed
Addict Lord and Ceaz and G.C. Cashtro Rico T
And Porsha like my sister f*ck with her you'll get yo ass beat
Summer night under car ports I pass Tae Tae some Hennessy
My nigga Greg his twin brother I mean my brother Gydiancy
Joe and Justin had it bussing cluckers love the Dynasties
And everybody know the rules of the streets life that we chose
Mama say them niggas ain't your friend feel dumb that I ain't know
But I wasn't there maybe it's some shit that I don't know
But you my nigga and this going be the last stamped envelope
I wrote him back