Open Letter
I've been hustling I've been rapping
I've been cooking up a classic
Im finessing out the backend
Run the bag up need some cleats
Keep on running all these laps around
Your motherfuckin' tracks
And you just barely started what I'm finishing
Give me the ring
All you others say we capping
But we really never lacking
Please don't get it turned backwards
You could go and call for back up
But we both know what going to happen
We done put in years of practice
We could take on any match up
Any team, uh
They say I rap too fast
But they can't keep up with the kid
I got the pack on blast
Jimmy Neutron in this bitch
I'll be the first in the class
I gotta rocket at the crib
Just gotta fill it with the gas
Head in the stars when I spazz
I'm like back up lil bitch
You ain't with the shits
Know it's been a minute
Since the tribe has been mentioned
Shoutout to my mans
Be the apes till the ending
Dropping off my ego
Now I feel like I'm ascending (yeah)
Like I'm ascending scendin'
It be the ape's till the endin' endin'
Dropping off my ego ego
Now I feel like I'm ascending
It's been awhile since we spoke
I hope you doing a lot
It takes time to heal a wound
But all the blood has been dried
I hope you listen to the message
In the song when it drop
Cuz if tomorrow I was dead
I hope that you still alive
I had to write it down on paper
Smear the ink when I cry
I know power still in numbers
Bitch the apes never died
This is me reaching out
How I'm feeling inside
I held it back too long
I was fighting my pride
This is really how it goes
This is really how it goes
This that studio flow
This that Scot Con flow
Strictly honest with the notes
You could put my words in quotes
And my team all goats
Had to break from the smoke
Had to break from crib
Had to break from the bros
But I hope they all know
If I get how I live
I still got you though
I still got you though
This that open letter flow
This that open letter flow
This that open letter flow
This that eni mini mo
For when I'm picking out a crib
For my moms from the shows
This is really how it goes
In my life I gotta live
I gotta write what's wrong
Gotta write what's wrong
If I get knocked down
Pick myself up off the floor
Pick myself up off the floor
Gotta get it how I live
I still gotchu tho
This that open letter flow
I've been cooking up a classic
Im finessing out the backend
Run the bag up need some cleats
Keep on running all these laps around
Your motherfuckin' tracks
And you just barely started what I'm finishing
Give me the ring
All you others say we capping
But we really never lacking
Please don't get it turned backwards
You could go and call for back up
But we both know what going to happen
We done put in years of practice
We could take on any match up
Any team, uh
They say I rap too fast
But they can't keep up with the kid
I got the pack on blast
Jimmy Neutron in this bitch
I'll be the first in the class
I gotta rocket at the crib
Just gotta fill it with the gas
Head in the stars when I spazz
I'm like back up lil bitch
You ain't with the shits
Know it's been a minute
Since the tribe has been mentioned
Shoutout to my mans
Be the apes till the ending
Dropping off my ego
Now I feel like I'm ascending (yeah)
Like I'm ascending scendin'
It be the ape's till the endin' endin'
Dropping off my ego ego
Now I feel like I'm ascending
It's been awhile since we spoke
I hope you doing a lot
It takes time to heal a wound
But all the blood has been dried
I hope you listen to the message
In the song when it drop
Cuz if tomorrow I was dead
I hope that you still alive
I had to write it down on paper
Smear the ink when I cry
I know power still in numbers
Bitch the apes never died
This is me reaching out
How I'm feeling inside
I held it back too long
I was fighting my pride
This is really how it goes
This is really how it goes
This that studio flow
This that Scot Con flow
Strictly honest with the notes
You could put my words in quotes
And my team all goats
Had to break from the smoke
Had to break from crib
Had to break from the bros
But I hope they all know
If I get how I live
I still got you though
I still got you though
This that open letter flow
This that open letter flow
This that open letter flow
This that eni mini mo
For when I'm picking out a crib
For my moms from the shows
This is really how it goes
In my life I gotta live
I gotta write what's wrong
Gotta write what's wrong
If I get knocked down
Pick myself up off the floor
Pick myself up off the floor
Gotta get it how I live
I still gotchu tho
This that open letter flow
Credits
Writer(s): Connor Galbraith
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