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The Open Letter (Freestyle)

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The Open Letter (Freestyle)

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I'm back, my name should be spinal

Never passed the final,

But they wonder how I sound so educated on these vinyls

I, got my diploma from the corner

Where them diamonds come sooner than oklahoma

Importing marijuana, I used to get my weed from portland

That's why my license say, organ donor

I'm not a rapping ass nigga with poor persona

And for all the dead homies we pour coronas

And light blunts, for my niggas who got arrested

I ain't talking yoga when I say they doing stretches

Putting money on they books just so they won't feel neglected

I do this for the people, my message is majestic

Royalty like residuals, prince of the south

My favorite artist was mystical

I wrote poetry so rapping wasn't that difficult

You heard I'm Atlanta but I wasn't a typical

Cause half of these niggas scared to be individuals

I give you respect and I expect to get the reciprocal

Haters I see you through my peripheral

It's despicable, the way you judge me like municipal

Cause I got my check up, I went and got a physical, miserable

Now you niggas sour like some pickle juice

When I ask you what's the deal, you say everything is kosher

Royal flush, I think everything is poker

Cause I'm all about the money, I can't play with your jokers

A child of God I did more preying that vultures

My folks said that's off I had the haze for the smokers

45 on the table, the k was in the sofa, ha

And a couple throw aways, grind like the streets skater also roller blades

But let me take you back to CyHi before the brains

Smartest nigga in the class with the lowest grades

Huh, yeah, broke folks supposed to hate, cause I'm getting capital

And you niggas lower case

I motivate for those who sell o's

And never talk when approached by po po's

My cold flows controls the whole globe

No jerry curl but nigga my soul glows

Your favorite rapper went out of style with rose gold

Can't be mad she on my dick, your hoe chose like.

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