Letter to Myself

Let em in
 Let em in
 Boog its yo inner conscious
 Perfect insecurities
 Modest Impurities
 Fuck it nigga let em see
 Let em in
 Let em in
 Dick Pic no reply
 Ion think she like the size
 In my eyes I'll go ahead
 And let this tiny fucka fly
 Nigga watch yo mouth
 I know my mama raised you better
 I'm focused on this music
 I'm just tryna chase this cheddar
 Yes sir nigga get that money
 Grab a whole tub of it
 When you finally fuck that bitch
 Make sure she don't run from it
 Chill when you find a wife
 Boy you find a good thing
 When you go to sleep
 Bet her ass pawn that wedding ring
 All hoes the same
 MVPs of they own game
 She tryna get chose
 And don't even know yo real name
 Chill it ain't like that
 Tell me what it is then
 Love is a battlefield
 I want her to fight back
 Mhmm that's yo answer Boog
 I don't even like that
 Last time I took yo advice
 She ain't write back
 Thing bout these hoes
 When one leave
 One come right back
 Now chill big man and go and sip
 On this night cap
 Let em in
 Let em in
 Boog its yo inner conscious
 Perfect insecurities
 Modest Impurities
 Fuck it nigga, let em see
 Let em in
 Let em in
 Oh my God
 Ain't you sick of being broke nigga
 All these hoes laughing at you
 And I ain't heard no joke nigga
 All these people laughing
 Cause they really think I'm funny
 They laughing at yo ass because
 You ain't getting no money
 What you bout to do nigga
 Rap ya whole life
 I got people in our contacts
 To change our whole life nigga
 One dial one text one call away
 Come on Boog man
 Throw that shit away
 I'm walking on the straight and narrow
 Straighter than an arrow
 You living like a peasant
 Don't you wanna be a pharaoh
 Go a head buddy
 Make a call to the trap again
 Flip a couple packs
 And then bam
 Back to rap again
 Naw I ain't like that
 No gangsta in my blood
 Its cool
 Half these niggas in the game ain't a thug
 Its all about our image
 An our shit is looking broken
 SHUT THE FUCK UP
 'Cause the real me has spoken
 Let em in
 Let em in
 Boog its yo inner conscious
 Perfect insecurities
 Modest Impurities
 Fuck it nigga let em see
 Let em in
 Let em in
 Mind of a Demon
 But a image of Angel
 Rearrange the beanie
 Cause my horns in my halo
 Third strike in heaven
 Mixed communion with the Cuervo
 Got kicked out and
 Jesus Christ told me lay low
 I ain't even like that
 I'm preaching to the choir
 These niggas had the Goonies
 Real Niggas had the Wire
 Watching tape on Omar
 Tryna be Stringer Bell
 If spam wasn't in yo diet
 I don't think this ring a bell
 Time to tame my other side
 It's hard to embrace it
 If it wasn't for my other side
 I would've caught some cases
 Y'all don't understand my brain
 Got yin and yang
 Part of control
 Is not doing a thang
 On some K Dot
 But Bigger Sean shit
 Under John shit
 Boog just stands for
 A ticking time bomb bitch
 We can't even count bars
 We go till the beat off
 Let em in
 Let em in
 Boog its yo inner conscious
 Perfect insecurities
 Modest Impurities
 Fuck it nigga let em see
 Let em in
 Let em in