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Tax Letter – Casanova
This nigga Tax out here volunteering to eat ass
This nigga wanna eat ass
Fuck Cas...Cas out here with his wife
If he wouldn've left her home we would've been liiit!
Liiit, everything getting shot
Dear beloved, how you holdin' up?
Whip still movin', we ain't slowin' up
Wish you was right here rollin' up
I got songs with Chris Brown, man I'm blown' up
That fed case hit me like a car crash
But I still listen to your podcast
On the beat, they miss you in the streets
Who else gon' bring that heat
Like that interview with Meek?
In the Wraith, still drinking D'USSÉ
With the chase, used to get that shit by the case
And the bevel, they callin' you a devil
You went against the grain, you was more like a rebel
I know you waitin' on that mail from me
Charlamagne, said he's helpin' with the bail money
And that's a fact, you helped me out the trap
You got my deal for me, I ain't ever goin' back
Just tryna get you situated back
Even Wack said the situation wack
The billy's still beefin' with the macks
I tried to swipe a fit, they ran a trapper outta Saks
I guess they know my face now
"Don't Run" got me all over the place now
Break you outta jail, just give me one try
This is how it sound when a thug cry
The lawyer know that you more wiser
To ever turn Irving Plaza to the Gaza
Besides, you had the deals and endorsements
When I heard the news, I swear to god, man I lost it
Pause this
I met Jay Z, at a Roc Nation brunch it was crazy
Cut a couple niggas off, niggas be shady
They never supported me, nigga can you blame me?
But I'm state to state though
These niggas showin' love, but it's fake though
Yeah I know its gettin' late, bro
But you already know, nigga, be safe though
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