Bravo The BagChaser

"Let You Know"

[Chorus: BLE$]
I just wanna let you know that
If I die tonight, please don't cry
Just wipe your eyes and we'll ride
I'll be starin' down from heaven
And it's nothing but the same old thing
Same old gang, same old face
Suckers started hatin' cause I made some change
Got a foreign b*tch, I ain't gotta speak anything
Now they wanna come in through to take my chain
Take my ring, take everything
But you know that I got pistolas

[Verse 1: Bravo Tha Locc]
And I f*ckin' with you, is you f*ckin' with me?
I show you some sh*t that you ain't never seen
Let's go to sleep and tell me 'bout your dream
Let's smoke some that weed and pour up some that lean
Promethazine with that muddy codeine
Stay by my side and just don't ever leave
Cause you know them b*tches was plottin' on me
And you know them n*ggas turned rotten on me
They went to sleep, they forgot about me
And if I ain't got no ride, who gon' hop in with me?
Shawty shine bright like a diamond to me
You everything that they dyin' to be
Remember them nights you was cryin' to me?
Remember them nights you was cryin' to sleep?
Remember them nights I was caught in the streets?
Couldn't answer the phone, baby, I'm so sorry

[Verse 2: Bravo Tha Locc]
I know you know this the life that I live
Tell me you love me all up in my ear
I love when you tell me you wanna have my kid
f*ck all these b*tches, bae, that's what it is
I was hittin' them licks, I was chasin' that dough
And you know nothing better, this sh*t don't get old
Shoutout to my bro, shoutout to my mom
You left me to die, n*gga, you ain't my dawg
You left me to die, n*gga, you just took off
You crashed my whole side of that mo'f*ckin car
My door wouldn't open, I couldn't even walk
Now you gon' go and throw dirt on my name?
You a grimy-ass n*gga, and that's on the gang
I ain't playin' no more, so I'm packin' that thang
f*ck what you say, cause my gun go bang
This is real life, homie, this ain't a game
You think that you thuggin', it's eatin' your brains
How you in public but look behind gates?
You think you got it rough? You ain't even got a taste
And how you gon' say that you lyin' to these b*tches?
I heard you break down and just cry to these b*tches
Oh, that's what you do? Just lie to your n*ggas?
Break In the label, don't try and f*ck with us
Break In the label, don't try and f*ck with us
Put tech on my wrist, lil b*tch I got the sauce
And don't ever forget that my bro put you on
I'ma hop on y'all youngin', this finna take off
And don't act like you hard, cause we know that you soft
Been waitin' a minute to hop in the booth
Now look at me, b*tch, I'm up in the booth
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Quit f*ckin' rappin', this sh*t ain't for you

[Chorus: BLE$]
I just wanna let you know that
If I die tonight, please don't cry
Just wipe your eyes and we'll ride
I'll be starin' down from heaven
And it's nothing but the same old thing
Same old gang, same old face
Suckers started hatin' cause I made some change
Got a foreign b*tch, I ain't gotta speak anything
Now they wanna come in through to take my chain
Take my ring, take everything
But you know that I got pistolas

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