Letter - Chief Keef

'Member when my teacher told me I wasn’t gon be shit

Now I can freak her, freak my teacher

'Cause I got the stacks, 'cause I got the racks

And I got dem guns dem, bitches gratata click-clack nigga, brat brat brat

Never tell me what the fuck I can’t be

Should take a trip to fucking Beijing

Girl, that’s red bottoms, niggas babies

Ima grown boy, boy you a baby

Even though I’m a baby

I get cakey, daily

Gotta gun and that’s off safety

Mama always told me never let a nigga play me

Ima get my ass whooped and I couldn’t take it

What’s the situation is the situation paper

If it is shakeup, Ima earthquake up

Cooling with paper, ballin' is my major

Shit who wants some top, wait up baby I’ll take that

Pull up on the motherfucking label, «where my cake at?»

'Fore I up this motherfucking chopper and spray it

Fuck Rehab, I get high for Bob Marley

007, bitch the skies falling

Bought me some rugers, I was tired of Glock 40s

Put it on Blood, bitch I’m guap shorty

Put it on cause, bitch I’m a hot shorty

Ima burn ya ass, on the spot shawty

Bananas in the summer

Chinchillas in the winter

Heard you was mad about your thot, nigga get her

Made it from the bottom to the top, niggas didn’t

That’s why my mansion 2 million, niggas bigger

Never tell me what the fuck I can’t be

Should take a trip to fucking Beijing

Girl, that’s red bottoms, niggas babies

Ima grown boy, boy you a baby

Even though I’m a baby

I get cakey, daily

Gotta gun and that’s off safety

Mama always told me never let a nigga play me

Ima get my ass whooped and I couldn’t take it

Heard fuck niggas was plotting on the low

From Chiraq I been spotting on the low

I know everything before the thot did know

I pull up on your block poppin' shit, Crisco

I am rich now, 'member when I was in the field

Running around the block, while niggas getting killed

Niggas sending shots, we gon send them back

Baby, I’m the driver, I ain’t in the back

Pull up in a foreign, they like «who is that?»

On Tooka day, smoking Tooka pack

Pull off and I’m touring all the hoodlums man

Bitch, I’m Yung Joc, I’ll do ya bad

Cool kid on the gun and it will cool ya ass

Do this rap shit for fun, let it fool ya ass

Fredo coming out the cut, he gon do ya ass

Tadoe slow ass, he shot him more times