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lirik lagu letter to the savage – malcolm is important

[v1]
i wish i could talk to n0ble ask what he think about all this and hear my homie opinion on projects made in my closet wish he had seen the apartment and all the sh*t that we started was borderline smoking 40 i know he’d call me r*t*rded but 10 a g so i bought it i tend cause im cheap being rich is out of the bargain i still remember that august his body inside the coffin the call to gado from marcus while smoking inside the parking lot of sh*t on my mind and i finally get to say all this my mind was making a mess out of all the sh*t that had happened i came to term with your absence i camе to learn but distracted i can’t return got rеjected i turn it all into lessons or burn it all when i’m stressing but f*ck it all when i’m reckless my brothers all got my back and no i will never forget it the people that you are handed should never take em for granted one day it’s here then it’s gone and i’m finally understanding i think i came with a plan that’s gon make me a better man and i only got 20 seconds i’m hoping you get this message just know i’m glad that i knew you we miss you at all the sessions i saw you take part of marcus but jeje took it the hardest and no them n*ggas ain’t k!ll you i keep you live through my bars and that goes for all of my homies that i could lose on this journey be honest i’m undeserving all my friends that turned to family man i love yall n*ggas the only reason i can be this is because yall n*ggas forreal

[lj v2]
still living life with no idols. i take it out of idle to take out a couple rivals. im liable & entitled, to go after the f*cking title so if you don’t gauge yourself you might catch a f*cking rifle. pumped up rappers, all i see is major fakes, they can all get bumped up like a teenager’s face. you are bumping that perfection; ??? with ???. lj got drive, you n*ggas sitting in the backseat. ask me, who the realest in the f*cking business. i can’t really say until my n*ggas f*cking in it. but im still winning & i’m still chilling, still sinning. ’cause as the lord forgives, you know i’m still sinning. i’m will smithing, just add the wesson, so when your princes get fresh, your king’ll get to pressing. rap’s in a recession, it’ll only take a second ’til i’m correcting this depression

[big jay v3]
it was death before dishonor, his momma had met my momma. was on the road trappin’, trynna run into nirvana. i wish that you was here for all the sh*t we did me and drew running a muck, your sister having a kid our n*gga beating a bid all the n*ggas getting cribs only rolling up exotic never smoking on the mid was smoking on the loud my brother you would be proud was smoking out the zip but now we smoke out the pound my n*gga i let you down they should’ve been in the ground instead of keeping them round pretending that they was down i was captain you lieutenant any mission you was with it never asking for permission steady running up the digits really wish this sh*t was different but it ain’t this what we living but i’m coming to my ending watch over me cause i’m sinning wanted to take a second matter fact give me a minute just wanted to thank the savage for the privilege

[gado v4]
yo this some sh*t that’s hard to write. it’s aight, imma fight, tears in sight, ’cause they say in the darkest times is when you find the light. every time a n*gga tried to smoke he had the light if i catch them n*ggas leave em smoked at the light. hate you had to pay that price you was the best of us do anything for you to be here next to us that’s selfish huh? man i miss my n*gga i can’t help it bruh. the good die young, guess it’s true what they was telling us. so gone, it was so long, i could not go on. the streets wasn’t talking, ain’t have nothing to go on. remember they surprised us & asked us to put the show on. recorded every track the day before ’cause we had no songs. remember we was chilling at the session with like 4 bongs. 3 chiefers, 2 speakers, going 1 ounce strong. got the phone call, like why this have to be your outcome. i kept on asking how come, my heart was like a loud drum. i was shaking, couldn’t fake it, it was blatant. couldn’t take it, i was blazing, not much changed since. my mind still racing, heart still raging. got me trynna write this verse without incrimination. but all of that in due time, karma come in due time. i see your mom & sister sometimes, they doing just fine. some days i cope, other days it’s like you just died. but we gon’ hold it down for you, you know it’s still good vibes. we was on a whole ‘nother level with the sh*t we did. & you put n*ggas on some much game, it’s ridiculous. & trust i know you still up showing love, ’cause the grinder that you left me still coming in the clutch. but i’m still out here like ‘what the f*ck?!’, f*cked up. sometimes i get wrapped up in my thoughts, it’s f*cked up. ’cause it’s real n*gga, sometimes i still get chills n*gga. & i gotta ask still n*gga, like
how a p*ssy n*gga k!ll a real n*gga? & i gotta ask still n*gga
’cause it’s getting hard to figure, i miss ya. always in my heart, you’ll forever be my n*gga. i wrote this verse for you, you immortal in these scriptures. lungs full of smoke, k!lling ho’s, jack the ripper

- malcolm is important

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