Chief Keef - Letter lyrics

[Verse 1] 'member when my teacher told me I wasn't gon be sh** Now I can freak her, freak my teacher 'cause I got the stacks, 'cause I got the racks And I got dem guns dem, b**hes gratata click-clack n***a, brat brat brat [Hook] Never tell me what the f** I can't be Should take a trip to f**ing Beijing Girl, that's red bottoms, n***as babies Ima grown boy, boy you a baby Even though I'm a baby I get cakey, daily Gotta gun and that's off safety Mama always told me never let a n***a play me Ima get my a** whooped and I couldn't take it [Verse 2] What's the situation is the situation paper If it is shakeup, Ima earthquake up Cooling with paper, ballin' is my major sh** who wants some top, wait up baby I'll take that Pull up on the motherf**ing label, "where my cake at?" 'fore I up this motherf**ing chopper and spray it f** Rehab, I get high for Bob Marley 007, b**h the skies falling Bought me some rugers, I was tired of Glock 40s Put it on Blood, b**h I'm guap shorty Put it on cuz, b**h I'm a hot shorty Ima burn ya a**, on the spot shawty Bananas in the summer Chinchillas in the winter Heard you was mad about your thot, n***a get her Made it from the bottom to the top, n***as didn't That's why my mansion 2 million, n***as bitter [Hook] Never tell me what the f** I can't be Should take a trip to f**ing Beijing Girl, that's red bottoms, n***as babies Ima grown boy, boy you a baby Even though I'm a baby I get cakey, daily Gotta gun and that's off safety Mama always told me never let a n***a play me Ima get my a** whooped and I couldn't take it [Verse 3] Heard f** n***as was plotting on the low From Chiraq I been spotting on the low I know everything before the thot did know I pull up on your block poppin' sh**, Crisco I am rich now, 'member when I was in the field Running around the block, while n***as getting k**ed n***as sending shots, we gon send them back Baby, I'm the driver, I ain't in the back Pull up in a foreign, they like "who is that?" On Tooka day, smoking Tooka pack Pull off and I'm touring all the hoodlums man b**h, I'm Yung Joc, I'll do ya bad Cool kid on the gun and it will cool ya a** Do this rap sh** for fun, let it fool ya a** Fredo coming out the cut, he gon do ya a** Tadoe slow a**, he shot some more times