[Intro]
Uh!
What's good my nigga?
Feel like I’d write you a little kite
Let you know what's going on here...
Yeah!
[Verse]
Dear Mr. Rayquon Elliott! - They knew you as Stacks. (Bundles!)
I never meant to call out your alias
You pro'ly think I'm being rebellious, but that ain't the case! (No!)
You turnin' over in ya grave
Listenin' to flows that nigga spit
That me and you helped develop
And oh, I fucked that nigga bitch;
Reminisce the days in the studio - we was makin' hits
Can I Roll With You, Crunch Time
Hooks, no punchlines. - Crooks, no one time
We was all wave, look at now! (look!)
Jim only sold 10 thou!
Put his men down, they ain't have a shot
Put a lil' arsenal together, Young Los, Mustard and Al Pac
How hot, niggas think they are when they up against
Dropped the Quarantine, All the bitches in love with' it
See me after shows, gimme groupie love
Copped the 750-L.I. (L.I.)
When they see me in the Coupe they love, lugie up
Copped a new crib for my wifey
'Bout to start trial. Marty, my prosecutor, tried to knife me
Tried to put me back in the oranges
They want filet mignon, cheese grits, and omelets
Problems just, always had my heart in it
Told you from the jump that he's a creep
Money was just a part of it
Nigga wanted both our styles, my hooks, your flows!
Our song! Chrissy was in the car alone
All the while! - He was out at nights, eyes twerkin'
Puttin' together waves, we was surfin'
Nigga came burstin'
Flyin' through the doors tryna kick my whores out on the street (Damn!)
After I'm three songs deep
Now I got my own lab, two Mac Pros
Got the Digi-3 Pro Tools!
Bigga got the vocal
Bigga got the (Got the...) Soul food!
Chicken, macaroni with the cheese, that's my homie now
Big Mook, O.F.O. He tried to slow me down
Told me nephew showed discipline
Pussy ain't' money, time to get it in
Nigga these bitches come late and get ya paper
Did the bid, but the nigga got 8 kids
Anyway! - Back to the matter at hand. - It's all the songs
Everybody on Hot 9, they usin' autotunes!
Niggas is not Wavy! - Gravy - played the B.I.G. movie
I went to see it, woozy, moody!
And on that note!, I'm 'bout to end this shit
Squa-Squaaad Up! - Really I'm representin', ch'eah!
[Bridge]
Representin' baby!
My letter to Stack Bundles!
Ch'eah!
Let ya know what's goin' on!
Pro'ly turnin' over in ya grave!
[Chorus]
I love my family! (Fuckin' with' this man)
I love the way that we used to be! (Got me against the ropes!)
Niggas is gettin' trees
See I got that Sour D's and that Juicy Juicy (Boss Don Biggavel'!)
Baby you found my name. (O.F.O!)
We at the penthouse, let these hoes stay-yay (R.I.P. Stack baby!)
Tell me why the road turned
I love my family! (Fuckin' with' this man)
I love the way that we used to be! (Got me against the ropes!)
Niggas is gettin' trees
See I got that Sour D's and that Juicy Juicy (Boss Don Biggavel'!)
Baby you found my name. (O.F.O!)
We at the penthouse, let these hoes stay-yay (R.I.P. Stack baby!)
Tell me why the road turned
[Outro]
Nigga ain't do one of these
Where's the dedication, where's the homage?
Fuck him!
I got you nigga!
Got so many hits together dog
So crazy
So wavy
Abracadabra
Pen-a-tow
M.O.B. 1!
So many songs man
Letter To Stacks
Boss Don Biggave
Oww