Maurice Lydell - The Cover Letter Lyrics

Dead broke, dead broke
More stress, less hope
Pray to god success catch me, pray to god then feds dont
My funds low, them bills high, heaven sent but hell's close
Temptation, mind race, my lock code is jailbroke
You ain't shit, you can't commit, my heart broke, my hate this
You asshole, this pain hit
You pissed off, we can't mix
Apology to woman I ain't love correct
A product of a broken home and being emotionless
He need love, he bring love, rap flows he sing love
He toxic, she toxic, that young boy ain't seen love
Chart toppin, he pop shit, them
Hoes chase, you a king huh
Real fame, Real change, fake friends no real love
You made it, you made hits, you changed lives it made sense
You lost family, right hands please, if this fails what's your plan b
You gotta win, your time spent, not gods plan it can't be
He don't sleep, can't sit still, ironic haters can't stand me
Told my momma Ima make a mill
Told my uncle he quitting work
Told my nephews I'll leave wealth
Scream f*ck no to that fail word
Showed my team how that cake feel
Made moguls off how I twist words
From a place where they kill quick,
They shootings shots for my net worth
Came along way from the sticks
Fredericksburg runs with the clique
Rolling weed up take a hit oh shit
Probably skipped class I'm a trip
Roll another blunt with my sis,
In the halls you can smell my stitch
All alone in a class full of friends
Depression made me pick up the pen
Tears drip on my skin, do these people even know I exist
Will the Rolex on my wrist, numb pain
All the money can't make you forget
Now I'm all good don't trip
Loving yourself that's lit
Cause way back when I looked in the mirror
Reflection made me sick
Couple kilos in the rental, or double that shift for a sprinter
They pack sales will bring fast mail
Get caught they'll never forgive em
Just pray close friends don't kill him
And no stray bullets don't hit him
And those paid shows they triple
And his income double no dribble