[Intro: Ray Luv]
Dear YG, what up, little brotha, how ya life goin'?
Me? I'm reading and them quotas got my arms growin'
I guess I'm writin' to hit you before it's too late
So soak some game and get yo fuckin shit straight
[Verse 1: Ray Luv]
I got caught up, game twisted, money had me blind
All I could see was dolla signs and life on the grind
They say "You rappin'? Well, fool, you better stick to the mic"
I just did 6 and violated with my third strike
I didn't even get to see my sons birth
Plus my young comrade just got murdered in the prison church
Ain't that a bitch? Got me back in the clizzick
This saving got a soldier for the link
But I'm here to tell you that I chose the wrong route
Cause every day I have dreams of new schemes of breakin' the hell out
Ain't no hoochies, just SAs and yooties
Crooked CO tryna do me, that's why they sent me up the sugi
You better stack you a grip and go legit
Cause PHs is real and playa hatas really snitch
And ya boy P-Dogg just got 6 mo
I'm a year down with 24 still to go
Man, this penitentiary life is a muthafucka
A test to your manhood, separate the men from the suckas
Stay down for your ship but don't live hate
Or fuck around and go down with a buck, ride this day
Oh, by the way, thanks for them pictures, homie
Keep yo head up but don't forget your OG
Cause I know your shit gone get better
I guess I'm gone, waitin' on your next letter
[Chorus: Do Thangs (Khayree)]
Love from a G, straight game don't stop
You can pimp or slang caine, but don't get caught
Love from a G, straight game don't stop
You can pimp or slang caine, but don't get caught
[Verse 2: Ray Luv]
Dear OG, glad to hear you breathin' and gettin' bigga
Me, I'm livin' in the days of the young, nigga
But don't trip, yo boy got shit sowed up
I serve the game in my pocket just blown up
No more candy and ice cream and triple beams
I'm comin' up and I'm ballin' for the winning team
And ain't no rollers in the town that could bring me down
Hustlin' these records and tapes got me platinum down
This shit is better than it's ever been
All the bills gettin' paid and mom's got cash to spend
So take a look at yo protégé
I took shorts in the past but mack God gave me mo than dank
But I got more to say, send my love to young BK
And if you see Mac Dre, tell him we goin' all the way
And I ain't givin' no love to the dirty devil
I'm diggin' deep in this rap game just like a shovel
It's a hogs life, that a G'll stick it to
A herd is a dogs life that a G is livin' through
And it's clear we pull out a bit
Cause y'all niggas ain't hear, much respect to the tattoo tear
And I'll forever be a true to the set dude
94 'til I'm fitted, tattoo, Rees, Link Crew, my homie
You finna wait for me when did nobody want me
I got love from an OG
Gettin' laced, high off dank weed every night
Now it's finally on, embraced by the game of life
Straight ballin' on C like a half pound
Stayin' on a savage bro, I kill it 'til ya touchdown
[Chorus: Do Thangs (Khayree)]
Love from a G, straight game don't stop
You can pimp or slang caine, but don't get caught
Love from a G, straight game don't stop
You can pimp or slang caine, but don't get caught
Love from a G, straight game don't stop
You can pimp or slang caine, but don't get caught
Love from a G, straight game don't stop
You can pimp or slang caine, but don't get caught
[Outro: Ray Luv, Do Thangs (Khayree)]
Yeah doe, what's up to my playa playa patnas?
Young BK, mayne, what's up?
Mac Dre! (Love from a G)
Romper Room soldiers, what's up?
Y'all niggas stay down
And to Renald Powers, man (Love from a G)
What's up, playa?
Stay down, love from yo G patna
You know what I'm sayin'? (Love from a G)
8-Ball, Frog
Oh yeah, Kor, what's up, what's up doe?
(Love from a G, straight game don't stop)
Ay, check it out, y'all don't trip
The Link Crew holdin' down the hood 'til y'all come home
And that's real, nigga