Open Letter

I had to do this for my city once

This for my Anaheim niggas rolling blunts

And I can't forget Santa Ana

Cause it not about where I'm at

It was always about where I'm from

From a place where they quick to snatch your life

Put your feet in my shoes and you couldn't last a night

These rappers are rapping like claiming savage life

But me, I know the difference in real life and rappers life

Why team and a team is back and strong

They thought they was killing it, that ain't last for long

These rappers talk guns and these kids rap along

Stop lying, you ain't in the dope house, you at your moms

That's not the boy she raised, how dare you disrespect her

Swear I feed off these niggas like I was Mr. Lecter

Watch my words eat away at their ego's

Cause you can have all goons in the world

And they can't protect ya

You live a fraudulent life, you was never real

I'm dropping that fire just like I said I will

To the rappers that keep it real, man I see you

But you need to come to Yours Truly records for a better deal

So fuck what they say and homie I got enough

Now I ain't tripping, now listen I'm quit to call your bluff

And I'm killing these rappers, its all for fun

Cause I don't hate not a soul in this world

Except for Donald Trump

Keep the hate mail coming, that shit just motivates me

The thought of me making it probably drives you crazy

I'm hitting one-eighty, how can you blame me?

And I always keep a smile cause even a bullet couldn't take me

They the type to follow, bitch I break the rules

Boy you know you ain't no thug, you should've stayed In school

I guess I'm the one to break the news

You need to spend less time on Worldstar

And more time making moves

I ain't got shit to prove to a fucking soul

Middle finger to the world, watch me fuck her slow

Sitting here like what the fuck happened to rap?

Man, it used to be music

But now its just a muhfucking puppet show

It's gon' be a minute before we finish nigga

You telling stories, not living it, there's a difference nigga

Most of these rappers whole lives is rented

Why you say in a Bentley when you really in a Civic nigga?

Yeah, I could tell, I could tell when they fronting

Yours Truly, ask around, they gon' tell you we coming

And I tried to tell 'em not to push my buttons

Now we taking over, no room for discussion

Muhfucker, whats up?