Dear Mrs. Bill CollectorI know you just doing your jobDon't mean to disrespect youBut we've been going through this thing since way backI told you when I get the doughI would pay backBut I got problems baby yeah if you only knewI got bigger problems baby, yeah, heySo why you talking about the money that I oweLike as if I didn't know manIt don't mean nothing to meCause right now I got my little boy cryingAnd my grandmother dyingCould you please stop fucking with meListen here, I ain't looking for no tearsBut my brother got a yearAnd my Momma keep smoking that shitOn top of that, I'm brokePlease put that in your notesFor the next one to call me up talking that shitAnd then ahana...HeyDear, Mr. PolicemanAy am I wrongAin't you suppose to keep the peace man?I coulda swore that I was driving pretty peacefulSo why the hell is you pulling over me fo'?Is it this black Mercedes?Oh naw I get it, I get it, I get itOr cause I'm Black, hmmm maybe?Yeah, hey, tell me why my hands start sweatingAnd I hold my breath every time that you get behind meI turn my music down so you won't hear a soundMan I'm nervousLike I got a couple pounds on meYou pulled me over, you frown on meWith your flashlight, tell me what do you seeThug niggas, drug dealers, it's a tripEvery nigga in this whipGotta motherfucking college degreeAnd then ahana... unhYeah, my middle finger to the lawI'm busting off, tryna touch the skyMy teacher said impossible but I'mma fucking tryPlus how he gon' tell me, he don't make the rulesThere's niggas dying every day manWe don't make the newsInstead they talking boutSome thunderstorm, cyclonesTimmy got his bike stoleTop story: Tiger Woodsbe fucking all these White hoesAnchorman stop snitchingCut to commercialHe be texting all his side bitchesHey my goodness, how ironicOn trial for possession of some chronicMy lawyer came to court, manHe was higher than a cometHey your honor, is you kiddingHow you sit above meAre you perfect motherfuckerHow you finna judge me?When you home you don't cussDrink and puff like us?These cops is bad boys, baby just like PuffThey hate they jobsAnd they days be fucked up like usAt the end of the day you niggas just like usYou niggas just like us
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Dear Mrs. Bill Collector
I know you just doing your job
Don't mean to disrespect you
But we've been going through this thing since way back
I told you when I get the dough
I would pay back
But I got problems baby yeah if you only knew
I got bigger problems baby, yeah, hey
So why you talking about the money that I owe
Like as if I didn't know man
It don't mean nothing to me
Cause right now I got my little boy crying
And my grandmother dying
Could you please stop fucking with me
Listen here, I ain't looking for no tears
But my brother got a year
And my Momma keep smoking that shit
On top of that, I'm broke
Please put that in your notes
For the next one to call me up talking that shit
And then ahana...
Hey
Dear, Mr. Policeman
Ay am I wrong
Ain't you suppose to keep the peace man?
I coulda swore that I was driving pretty peaceful
So why the hell is you pulling over me fo'?
Is it this black Mercedes?
Oh naw I get it, I get it, I get it
Or cause I'm Black, hmmm maybe?
Yeah, hey, tell me why my hands start sweating
And I hold my breath every time that you get behind me
I turn my music down so you won't hear a sound
Man I'm nervous
Like I got a couple pounds on me
You pulled me over, you frown on me
With your flashlight, tell me what do you see
Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip
Every nigga in this whip
Gotta motherfucking college degree
And then ahana... unh
Yeah, my middle finger to the law
I'm busting off, tryna touch the sky
My teacher said impossible but I'mma fucking try
Plus how he gon' tell me, he don't make the rules
There's niggas dying every day man
We don't make the news
Instead they talking bout
Some thunderstorm, cyclones
Timmy got his bike stole
Top story: Tiger Woods
be fucking all these White hoes
Anchorman stop snitching
Cut to commercial
He be texting all his side bitches
Hey my goodness, how ironic
On trial for possession of some chronic
My lawyer came to court, man
He was higher than a comet
Hey your honor, is you kidding
How you sit above me
Are you perfect motherfucker
How you finna judge me?
When you home you don't cuss
Drink and puff like us?
These cops is bad boys, baby just like Puff
They hate they jobs
And they days be fucked up like us
At the end of the day you niggas just like us
You niggas just like us
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