Maurice Lydell – The Cover Letter Lyrics

Dead broke, dead broke
More stress, less hope 
Pray to god success catch me, pray to god then feds dont 
My funds low, them bills high, heaven sent but hell's close 
Temptation, mind race, my lock code is jailbroke 
You ain't shit, you can't commit, my heart broke, my hate this 
You asshole, this pain hit 
You pissed off, we can't mix 
Apology to woman I ain't love correct 
A product of a broken home and being emotionless 
He need love, he bring love, rap flows he sing love
He toxic, she toxic, that young boy ain't seen love 
Chart toppin, he pop shit, them 
Hoes chase, you a king huh 
Real fame, Real change, fake friends no real love 
You made it, you made hits, you changed lives it made sense 
You lost family, right hands please, if this fails what's your plan b 
You gotta win, your time spent, not gods plan it can't be 
He don't sleep, can't sit still, ironic haters can't stand me 
Told my momma Ima make a mill 
Told my uncle he quitting work 
Told my nephews I'll leave wealth 
Scream f*ck no to that fail word 
Showed my team how that cake feel 
Made moguls off how I twist words 
From a place where they kill quick, 
They shootings shots for my net worth 
Came along way from the sticks 
Fredericksburg runs with the clique 
Rolling weed up take a hit oh shit 
Probably skipped class I'm a trip 
Roll another blunt with my sis, 
In the halls you can smell my stitch 
All alone in a class full of friends 
Depression made me pick up the pen 
Tears drip on my skin, do these people even know I exist 
Will the Rolex on my wrist, numb pain 
All the money can't make you forget 
Now I'm all good don't trip 
Loving yourself that's lit 
Cause way back when I looked in the mirror 
Reflection made me sick 
Couple kilos in the rental, or double that shift for a sprinter 
They pack sales will bring fast mail 
Get caught they'll never forgive em 
Just pray close friends don't kill him 
And no stray bullets don't hit him 
And those paid shows they triple 
And his income double no dribble