Dear Jhené - Mbnel

I know I never met you, but I love you like you here

Lately I been fighting demons, thinking you might disappear

For my niggas, risk my life, now I be thinkin' twice

Told your mom I’ll get you right and move your moms up out the trife, ayy

And I’m an opp to my opps, if I was them, I wouldn’t give a fuck

But over you I’d do a hundred years and do a hundred plus

Over you forever trippin' and I’d bust a hundred guns

Over you I’d risk it all and I’d bust a hundred drums

And I know that you ain’t here, I pray to God that you healthy

Thuggin' in my hood just make me wish that I was wealthy

Used to never give a fuck, but baby, thank you, 'cause you helped me

Used to never give a fuck, you kept me solid when I melted

And I’m praying for the best but I’m expecting for the worse

Got you tatted on my face because Jhené, you was my first

You turned me to the man, now I’m thinking of my moves

Lord, I just wanna make it, God, I just wanna move

Made decisions in my life I wish I never had to make

Been through so much shit, sometimes my life, I wanna take

Gotta keep my faith even though these niggas fake

And I been through so much shit, you can see it on my face

Damn, I miss my niggas

Y’all ain’t even here to meet y’all niece

Damn, this shit is wicked

I’m forever trippin', nigga, fuck my enemies

I’ll put you over me

You’re my motivation, keep a nigga out the streets

But fuck it, I’m still thuggin', niggas know just how that be

You just took my heart, baby, I don’t want it back

Hurt your mom a lot, but for you, I’ll take it back, ayy

While your daddy here, I’ma always have your back

While your daddy here, I’ma always have your back, ayy, ayy

While your daddy here, I’ll always have your back

Lately I been popping pills, help a nigga through a lot

Missing all my niggas who stuck up inside that box

I just popped another pill, damn, I’m feeling lost

Feel my problems disappear every time a nigga pop

Riding in this foreign and I’m under with these tints

Nah, I ain’t Nick Cannon but I gotta keep them sticks

Used to being broke, I’m just hoping I get rich

Weight up on my shoulders, I’m feeling I’m overwhelmed, ayy

Dear Jhené, this your daddy speaking

You ain’t gotta worry, 'cause baby, I ain’t never leaving

Pistol in my pocket, I’ll blow it, give me a reason

You the one who give me hope, I’m surrounded by some demons

Sincerely, Nel

This one for my daughter, I ain’t even meet her yet

But I love her all my heart like

And it’s still free all my niggas though, you know

Real thug nigga though

Any one of you niggas lookin', no ho shit

Gang, yellow shit

Gang