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Dead Letter Lyrics - Singles - Royal Flush

[Royal Flush] 

Dear Magic, how is livin life up there? 

Is it the same thing, people smoke weed and drink beer 

I sware, shit is really sink down here 

Pardon the wet spot, but that's a drop from my tear 

Oh yeah, Two-casin Bob, he's still out here 

Plus your little brother's growin up, mom's steady holdin up 

But guess what, Sha-born just got locked up, shit's rough 

Plus I started rappin and such, and signed to Blunt 

Tryin to make it platinum and plus 

And even tried dust, put in handcuffs 

'Member little John I snuffed, nigga startin to act to tough 

Caught him off guard and got bucked 

So when he get up there, get his stupid ass touch 

So one love, nigga, know that I miss you much 

 

[Chorus 2X] 

And when you died they got the best of me 

I never thought that the streets would get the rest of me 

But now I'm stuck between the evil and my destiny 

It's dedicated to my niggas, that's rest in peace 

 

[Royal Flush] 

I'm constantly thinkin bout your presence 

We used to bustin weapons and cursin out reverend 

We met around seven, and got married to the game at eleven 

Rollin dice was heaven, started fuckin grown women 

Drivin cars is tinted, if it's beef we all in it 

Let me stop for a minute, mind zonin and bented 

Almost crashed the rented, ninety miles a minute 

Pull over, sweat the linen, started to lose my vision 

Is it you I'm really missin, I turn my head when no one's listenin 

The last words you said "Tell Uni that I'm whistlin" 

 

[Chorus 2X] 

 

[Royal Flush] 

P.S., I've been writin you, since you left 

Never understand why you wasn't wearin a vest 

But for you, it's God bless, take it off your chest 

I guess it's all a test, smokin mad weed for the stress 

Put my A-alike to rest, I'm gonna stay here and live life up to best 

You got my pictures yet? Of me and Ty-Boogie sippin mad Moet 

That Carnel shit, if you ain't got them, I send some more flicks 

So right me back quick 

'cause soon or later I'll be wit you smokin mad spliffs 

Plus I got a headache and my hands startin to slip 

I miss you so much, I can't deal wit this shit 

 

[Chorus 4X] 

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