Lyrics For King Lil G's "Fan Mail" Song Featuring Dina Rae From His "Lost In Smoke" Mixtape.
Intro:
Alright Uh
Here We Go
Verse 1:
Nobody Wants It More Than Me
I'm Writing Stories Bout My Life
Bumping Gangster Music & Smoking Weed
This Ghetto Poetry
This Is What It's Suppose To Be
I'm Certified
Like I Got A Stamp From A Notary (Notary)
I'm Getting Crazy Ass Fan Mail
A Kid With No Dad
Up In His Pad Doin' Crack Sales
Telling Me That His Mom Is Never Home
I Don't Think She Really Cares
That I'm Drinking Liquor & Gettin' Blown
I'm Getting High
Just Listening To You Rhyme Sick
And I Replied With Homie Take Your Time With, Life
Cause I Was In Your Shoes Once
Chillin' With The Crew
That Was Makin' Them Other Fools Run
There Was A Lot Of Gangs
We Had To Choose One
The Cops Raided Us
Like Every Other Two Months
Take My Advice
That Ain't The Life You Wanna Live
Make Your Mother Proud
Graduate & Make It Big Homie
Dina Rae (Chorus):
I Can Hear The Streets They Talking
But You Don't Know The Shoes I've Walked In
Only Thing I Hear Is Money Calling
Don't Crucify Me, Crucify Me
Verse 2:
I Was Performing In Chicago
I Met This Girl We Was Chillin'
Sippin' From The Bottle
Telling Me Stories
About Her Young Cousin Pablo
Before He Passed Away
He Bumped My Music In His Monte Carlo
Was My Biggest Fan
Used To Play Me Everyday
Was Even Planning To Take A Trip To L.A.
Wanted To See Me Rap In Front Of A Crowd
Told His Friends I Was Raw As Fuck
Reppin' The Brown
Can't Believe The Next Letter This Young Girl Wrote
Your Songs Kept Me Alive
Last Night I Almost Overdosed
Going Through Depression
She Might Be Pregnant
And Not To Mention
Her Boyfriend Didn't Reply To The Message
I Wrote Back And Said
Baby You're Wrong
You Got A Future
And You Shouldn't Be Apart Of This Song
I Know It's Hard To Be Positive
When You Feeling Hopeless
You Can't Give Up
And Hope That Heaven's Doors Open
Dina Rae (Chorus):
I Can Hear The Streets They Talking
But You Don't Know The Shoes I've Walked In
Only Thing I Hear Is Money Calling
Don't Crucify Me, Crucify Me
Intro:
Alright Uh
Here We Go
Verse 1:
Nobody Wants It More Than Me
I'm Writing Stories Bout My Life
Bumping Gangster Music & Smoking Weed
This Ghetto Poetry
This Is What It's Suppose To Be
I'm Certified
Like I Got A Stamp From A Notary (Notary)
I'm Getting Crazy Ass Fan Mail
A Kid With No Dad
Up In His Pad Doin' Crack Sales
Telling Me That His Mom Is Never Home
I Don't Think She Really Cares
That I'm Drinking Liquor & Gettin' Blown
I'm Getting High
Just Listening To You Rhyme Sick
And I Replied With Homie Take Your Time With, Life
Cause I Was In Your Shoes Once
Chillin' With The Crew
That Was Makin' Them Other Fools Run
There Was A Lot Of Gangs
We Had To Choose One
The Cops Raided Us
Like Every Other Two Months
Take My Advice
That Ain't The Life You Wanna Live
Make Your Mother Proud
Graduate & Make It Big Homie
Dina Rae (Chorus):
I Can Hear The Streets They Talking
But You Don't Know The Shoes I've Walked In
Only Thing I Hear Is Money Calling
Don't Crucify Me, Crucify Me
Verse 2:
I Was Performing In Chicago
I Met This Girl We Was Chillin'
Sippin' From The Bottle
Telling Me Stories
About Her Young Cousin Pablo
Before He Passed Away
He Bumped My Music In His Monte Carlo
Was My Biggest Fan
Used To Play Me Everyday
Was Even Planning To Take A Trip To L.A.
Wanted To See Me Rap In Front Of A Crowd
Told His Friends I Was Raw As Fuck
Reppin' The Brown
Can't Believe The Next Letter This Young Girl Wrote
Your Songs Kept Me Alive
Last Night I Almost Overdosed
Going Through Depression
She Might Be Pregnant
And Not To Mention
Her Boyfriend Didn't Reply To The Message
I Wrote Back And Said
Baby You're Wrong
You Got A Future
And You Shouldn't Be Apart Of This Song
I Know It's Hard To Be Positive
When You Feeling Hopeless
You Can't Give Up
And Hope That Heaven's Doors Open
Dina Rae (Chorus):
I Can Hear The Streets They Talking
But You Don't Know The Shoes I've Walked In
Only Thing I Hear Is Money Calling
Don't Crucify Me, Crucify Me
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