Artist: Jacki-O Album: Grown and Gangsta Mixtape Song: Letter to Remy Typed by: Freelike09 [Verse 1] Dear Ms. Remy Ma, Ms Thang of NY I know you representing, whether on the streets or inside I know you in there talking shit, all sassy With ya New York swag, your voice all raspy Running the house, checking bitches and lastly, know you on your bunk, bout to roll up something grassy You ain't heard from me, so it's gotta be reasons On some real shit, I been fighting my own demons I should'a been flew you a kite, or sent some kinda mail But my brother fought cancer and he couldnt prevail And these faggot label niggas, tryna take me through hell Putting all they effort in it, tryna get me to fail [Chorus] I know that it's hard, a little bit stressed out Just wanna let you know that I'm holding you down Cause you're my sister, you know that I love ya And anytime you need me , I'll be around Girl you know we gotta keep our head up And even though we fed up, we gotta be strong So just hold on, hold on [Verse 2] So I walk soft, and don't sleep I'm a humble beast Cook my own pots, I'm my own chef So I'm gone eat I know you gone weep, but you ain't missing shit Same silly shit you know these bitches, same shit It's a few chicks done came in the game, they all sounding the same But they safe, long as they stay on they face Anyway, they all say, this rap thing is done But with Barack in the chair, maybe a change will come Little belts and tight jeans , boys wearing girl clothes Now days, dudes take more of a feminine role Khaled still stealing budgets for artists, he can't pop Fat Joe did a album, but his shit just flopped Damn [Chorus] I know that it's hard, a little bit stressed out Just wanna let you know that I'm holding you down Cause you're my sister, you know that I love ya And anytime you need me , I'll be around Girl you know we gotta keep our head up And even though we fed up, we gotta be strong So just hold on, hold on [Verse 3] And they say it's a movement, but that shit gone crumble Silly niggas had the ball and they ass just fumbled I'm still tryna fill my duffle, staying on my hustle Wether I get it off a show or the muscle I still spit it while licking the wood of a joint of reefer Still doing my thang, just more of a overseerer I'ma let these sissy niggas have the airwaves And still ball and stick out my tongue like MJ Still rocking my jewels, just less fancy This recession shit,got broke niggas antsy No more bottles in the club, that shit brings haters I just workout everyday and drink protein shakes You a real bitch, don't think the world will ever forget you Rem, I been there So please don't think my heart ain't with you I know you preaching and you teaching to them chick, your views While you crunching ya cheese doodles, over ya cup of noodles [Chorus] I know that it's hard, a little bit stressed out Just wanna let you know that I'm holding you down Cause you're my sister, you know that I love ya And anytime you need me , I'll be around Girl you know we gotta keep our head up And even though we fed up, we gotta be strong So just hold on, hold on