Nykey Gunnz - Mail to Heaven Lyrics

Im writing letters
To my Niggahs up in heaven
I miss You im still with ya
And imma Morn you
Till i join you
Cause i Love my niggah
Istill hear ya

And still i shear tears
For my niggahs dead and gone And though you not hear
Life goes on but i morn
I know u watchin' down
Like shit will get better
Im writting this letter to u Hope y'all get mail up in Heaven

I got a call that my niggah
Got killed shit killed me
Niggah just left my crib
We was just getting pennys Phone ringing bout seven
Its my brother on the other side Casey got shot
Like mane fucc
Whats up he just left my crib
Not twenty mins passed
They did my niggah this
I drop the phone and f*ckin' Cried grabbed my son sumn'
Gotta die call my
Brother bacc Up like yo
We gotta ride gettin'
Calls after calls like nykey
Let it Go u got a family now They Took My niggah
From his family Now
Still got yo number
In my Phone
Be itching To make A call
Hope u answer on the other End Like cuzz what up
But i know that want happen
I know u in a better place
I know u looking down like Mane y'all getting money yeah
Yo son lookin' just like you yo Daughter to dog i miss u and
I love u this my letter to u hope Y'all get mail up in heaven

And still i shear tears
Aor my niggahs dead and gone And though you not hear
Life goes on but i morn
I know u watchin' down
Like shit will get better
Im writting this letter to u
Hope y'all get mail up in Heaven

My niggah nate
We was all post to club that Friday Didn't get a call
Are show Up i was like alright
I called dew like where y'all at He said bro f*cked up
I think Nate dead
Niggah shut the fucc Up
Lookin' online bout a Shooting Bacc in BR
Crying Tears call my mama
Like ma nate dead
She said u lying
Isaid naw i cried
And bow my head my girl Crying huging me
Like bae be Strong
My niggah gone
Another Brother
Mane shit got sick
Call my brother bacc
We cryin' tears shit goin'clicc
Another niggah gotta die
Mane this gang shit sicc
But i miss u my niggah
We talk about u everyday
Still lookin' at yo picture with Me u and case can't replace it

And still i shear tears
For my niggahs dead and gone And though you not hear
Life goes on but i morn
I know u watchin' down
Like shit will get better
Im writting this letter to u
Hope y'all get mail up in Heaven