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Yours Sincerely Video (MV)




Performed By: SelfmadeLA
Language: English
Length: 3:37
Written by: Jalil Bancey, Dante Dyce




SelfmadeLA - Yours Sincerely Lyrics




Sat in my room, I'm just thinking bout the life I live
Bout how I disassociate myself from minor things
And how I run away from feelings and I find the drinks
I just pour it up and pray that my life is fixed
I try and think about the life I could've had
Business minded, thinking money that I could've had
On my insta, preeing baddies that I could've bagged
But I wouldn't have
I got battle scars running through my brain, and cold blood running through my veins
You grew up rough but no we ain't the same
I been through it, and honestly I'm known within the game
Cold hearted, it's only right they throw me in the flame
Picture this, a little lyricist roaming in a range
While my killy's gripping sticks, spent some time up in a cage
Free the mandem out the shackles, out the chains (Free the guys)
I been lit, it's bout time they put respect upon my name
Rip me out the plastic, they talk the most but they ain't ever been the baddest
Lowe all the chattings, they don't really make it happen
How they claiming they a savage, they ain't ever held a hammer it's apparent
Don't tell me bout the struggle, I been active
I was in traps with guys that were never gonna back tings
That backfired, I'm back now
I watched the packs fling, put me on a beat, I'll do a madting, what's happening

I really got it by myself, call it selfmade

Business meetings, shaking hands, getting well paid
I been afraid but that's nothing that I woulda changed
I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't break
If you knew the pain I had, you'd get stomach ache

One day, I'm good, another day I wanna run away

My guy's telling me to trap, I shouldn't drop the tape

I said the music has to play and that I couldn't wait
I'm tryna make my mother proud and make my dad cry
I'm tryna fly my sisters out and get em tan lines
I wanna sort my brothers out, get them out the trap
I want some kids and a wife, I'm tryna catch flights

They used to wrap cling, I told my kilies tap in
Cos you're black kings with black hair and black skin

We were blacked out in a black ride with black tints

I been out the game but I'm back in
I been out the game for a minute, I'm back now

It's only right that I stack pounds
They gon know my name, I make moves in the background

(Grr, grr) Told my bro bring the mac round, how that sound

The streets are cold, it's eerie, its scary

I try making noise, they couldn't hear me

To my friends and to my fam, I love you dearly
M
I'm writing letters like "Yours Sincerely"
M
I been out the game for a minute, I'm back now
It's only right that I stack pounds
They gon know my name, I make moves in the background
(Grr, grr) Told my bro bring the mac round, how that sound
The streets are cold, it's eerie, its scary
I try making noise, they couldn't hear me
To my friends and to my fam, I love you dearly
I'm writing letters like "Yours Sincerely"
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Sat in my room, I'm just thinking bout the life I live
Bout how I disassociate myself from minor things
And how I run away from feelings and I find the drinks
I just pour it up and pray that my life is fixed
I try and think about the life I could've had
Business minded, thinking money that I could've had
On my insta, preeing baddies that I could've bagged
But I wouldn't have
I got battle scars running through my brain, and cold blood running through my veins
You grew up rough but no we ain't the same
I been through it, and honestly I'm known within the game
Cold hearted, it's only right they throw me in the flame
Picture this, a little lyricist roaming in a range
While my killy's gripping sticks, spent some time up in a cage
Free the mandem out the shackles, out the chains (Free the guys)
I been lit, it's bout time they put respect upon my name
Rip me out the plastic, they talk the most but they ain't ever been the baddest
Lowe all the chattings, they don't really make it happen
How they claiming they a savage, they ain't ever held a hammer it's apparent
Don't tell me bout the struggle, I been active
I was in traps with guys that were never gonna back tings
That backfired, I'm back now
I watched the packs fling, put me on a beat, I'll do a madting, what's happening

I really got it by myself, call it selfmade

Business meetings, shaking hands, getting well paid
I been afraid but that's nothing that I woulda changed
I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't break
If you knew the pain I had, you'd get stomach ache

One day, I'm good, another day I wanna run away

My guy's telling me to trap, I shouldn't drop the tape

I said the music has to play and that I couldn't wait
I'm tryna make my mother proud and make my dad cry
I'm tryna fly my sisters out and get em tan lines
I wanna sort my brothers out, get them out the trap
I want some kids and a wife, I'm tryna catch flights

They used to wrap cling, I told my kilies tap in
Cos you're black kings with black hair and black skin

We were blacked out in a black ride with black tints

I been out the game but I'm back in
I been out the game for a minute, I'm back now

It's only right that I stack pounds
They gon know my name, I make moves in the background

(Grr, grr) Told my bro bring the mac round, how that sound

The streets are cold, it's eerie, its scary

I try making noise, they couldn't hear me

To my friends and to my fam, I love you dearly
M
I'm writing letters like "Yours Sincerely"
M
I been out the game for a minute, I'm back now
It's only right that I stack pounds
They gon know my name, I make moves in the background
(Grr, grr) Told my bro bring the mac round, how that sound
The streets are cold, it's eerie, its scary
I try making noise, they couldn't hear me
To my friends and to my fam, I love you dearly
I'm writing letters like "Yours Sincerely"
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Writer: Jalil Bancey, Dante Dyce
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