Letter to the Leeches Video (MV)

Lost a brother he aint dead
He cant take back what he did and I can't take back what I said
Think Im getting bigger guess its going to his head
Probably at it with his chick he want to get at me instead
Offered you some cake I guess its not about the bread
All them trips we gone take and you gone trip on this instead
All that shit was fake I cant even fake Im seeing red
Would of gave your ass my last now you the last one I would spare
And I dont argue in the mentions
Guess he thought I gave a f*ck I aint give that shit my attention
Niggas turn to bitches no time for an intervention
This money stay on my mind I be minding my f*cking business
This a letter to myself
Letter to the leeches thinking that I need they help
You got in your feelings told me how you really felt
Now I cant look at you the same
I guess I changed but guess what else
Its only up from here
I rather go get in my bag then get you touched for real
You know misery love company that shit suck for real
It aint sweet but it aint beef I wish you luck for real
Nigga