Baby, I am sending this letter to you
Just to let you know you're still my baby boo
Lately I been on the road
Can't say when I'm coming home
In and out the studio
That's the way the business goes
Dealing with these bitches and niggas
You'll never know
How this shit will end up
Might get hemmed up after this show
By the way guess what went down today
Got caught up on the highway
A stop, Mr. tried to take me away
He wasn't trying to hear what I had to say
I said, "Mr., I just let him know we don't move no snow
I am still here, see these tapes, my new dough"
The search bust, he had to let us go
Cause he didn't find what he was looking for
The situation could have got out of control
But we made it through, now it's time to roll
It's safe to say we face so much of this hate
It's always strange to see what jealousy can create
Wondering if you're coming home
I call you on your cell phone
It's something I just can't believe
Will you pick up and answer me, please?
I've been on my grind and invested, this is true
And this is why I'm writing this letter to you
I need you, I miss you, wanna hold you
Please answer the phone, baby
As I write this four-page letter
You know what I'm gon' say
I'm missing you, the things you do
And when you do what you do
My baby boo
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