Casanova – Tax Letter Lyrics

So this ni**a tax out here
Why he telling me he don’t eat ass my ni**a
This ni**a wanna eat ass
Cas out here with his wife, feeling left at home
Its gonna be lit!
Lit! anything is yeah

(Verse 1)
Dear beloved, how you holding up?
Whips still moving, we ain’t slowing up
Wish you was right here rolling up
I got songs with Chris Brown, ni**a I’m blown up
That fake case hit me, like the car crash
But I still listen to your punk ass
On beat, they miss you in the streets
Who else gon bring that heat?
Like that interview with Meek
In the Wraith, still drinking D’USSÉ
With the chase, used to get that s**t by the case
And the bevel, they calling you a devil
You went against the grain, you was law like the rebel

I know you waiting on that mail from me
Charlamagne, said he’s helping with the bail money
And thats a fact, you help me out the trap
You got my deal for me, I ain’t ever looking back
Just wanna get you situated back
Even wax said the situation wack
The Billy still beefing with the Macks
I tried to swipe a fifth, they ran trap outta sacks
I guess they know my face now
Don’t Run, got me all over the place now
Break you outta jail, just give me one trial
This is how I say, I wanna don’t cry

(Verse 2)
The lawyer know that you more wiser
To ever turn urban plaza to the Gaza
Besides, you had the deals and endorsements
When I heard the news, I swear to god, man I lost it
Pause this
I met Jay Z, had a Rocnation brunch it was crazy
Called a couple ni**as, thought ni**as be shady
They never supported me, ni**a can you blame me?
But I’m state to state though
These ni**as showing love, but its fake though
Yeah I know its getting late bro
What you already know, ni**a be safe though