An Open Letter

The name is Riley Hough, yes we've had some introduction
You know me from the old shit, and all of my fire production
Had a couple problems, took the time to sort 'em out
Now it's time you see what happens when I let the fake shit drown
Lit like a white kid playing Travis Scott
But also twisted in the head from years of taking shots
Y'all don't like my music? Y'all don't like my theatre
Well subtweeting don't work, so no more self defeating

What I gotta do to get a bit of respect
Every single day when I'm protecting my neck
Every single night, when I spit on mic, when I'm trying to write a classic to paint my spite
That's what I call motherfucking dedication bruh
Doing all this acting and rapping 'til graduation bruh
I'm gonna have more to my name than a lil bit before I come
Up in this game, not just people saying that all my beats go dumb
Bars is getting better, broads is wetter whenever I welcome
Myself into the building, illest villain in since the mad one

Always been that dude who couldn't see the conversation clear
Now I snap like Thanos when these unworthy children in here
Talking shit about me, yeah I really wanna fight a man
Treat me like Peter Parker, well lemme bring in Spider-Man
Swing through the city, what a pity, gotta kill twitter beef
Drama queens in the department saying "this ain't it chief"
Best not come here with that "Riley Hough I hate him, he's stuck up"
What the fuck is up, you wanna toss with me you fucking punk?

Lemme lay the list of all the differences between you and
Me, it's that I be talking 'bout work I really put in
2 albums, 4 covers, 2 songs in less than half a year
Sounds like really you's just mad I'm excelling past all my peers
BFA split, y'all some big fucking a-holes
And my big fucking attitude is making me a staple
So don't tell me shit, don't be walking round like you a god
If you can't keep up with my pace, you just throwing away your shot

That's that MF Doom, meets that KDot, son
Meets that Olsc and all the promotions
This what money gave me when it's all said and done
I'm doing this to write me out so my bro's safe when my rents are done
That's a proper goal, that's a whole ass foundation that's been laid out
Got all of the skill within my quill so time to get paid now
Talking bout some shows, some tours, some fucking movies
And a grammy on the wall for every fucking point I'm proving

Shoulda got paid more for acting
Y'all is just the crew scream for help from the captain
Always showing out with these instagram captions
And always keep it real when I'm here with my rapping
I happen to be stuck in a program where i'm trapped in
By old heads that gave up and kids stuck being unhappy
And sitting wasting time, while I get these hands to clapping
I'm here making all my moves happen

I'm probably a prodigy, I'm following hypotheses
Got quality and quantity, my knowledge be on socrates
But I'm rocking these whole odysseys of bops and be the top of the
Whole game and I play every lane to wane all the lame gangs of unworthy opposites
Don't fuck with me, I ain't saying, I'm Super Sayain, so get to praying
Cause God is laying my path and lately my ink has stained the Death Note again
Kira taking names, Shinigami man, you know too much, you can't run away
No more breaks like Ross and Rach, my time is worth more than for you to waste

10th season man, I'm here to win it, I've been here with it, I'm self admitted
I am what you claim to be, your laziness won't get my pity
Back on my bullshit, and I'm here with the new, not the old shit
Last tape in my trash and I'm here ready to grab your ear with all of the gold shit
Back to back more classics here, 2019 album of the year
Back to smack the whack outta the stacked ego of every single one of all my peers
Can't say I didn't earn this shit, got it all and I earned with wit
Rap Heisenberg, I'm back in it, Psycho on the beat, take my knife and slit