A Letter

If I'm shopping for no quality where's the quantity start
And if my back's against this wall then I'm hyphenating the mart
So if I'm running from the law then I'm running straight for the carts
But if the money's not in park then I'm sprinting straight for the car

So that's a ghillie in the mist cause he's sniping at me from far
I got a laser on my head am I finally getting smart
And that's a bullseye for the kid cause the target's so fucking large
If there's a target on my head why you aiming right at my heart

If we only talk in money I guess I know why you're smart
And so you emphasize the pop but the bread is what makes it tart
And if you shoot me with a taser will all of this just restart
But if you shoot me with a burst then you definitely over par

To you I'm alien like Paul but the mall is where I am Blart
If I stay too long on this call then you prolly tracing my mark
So Imma give it to you subtle I'm leaving you in the dark
My fans are circles in the water I'm coming up on some sharks

If I tell you all these secrets I'm keeping am I a narc
But if the red is on my head do you have to aim with an arc
What if the red dot on my head is then permanently now a mark
But if I've never been Hindu then that's a racist remark

Fuck

I dont know if imma make it or not
But Everybody keep on telling me keep repping my block
I'm at this corner with this octagon yelling at you to stop
But you keep on fucking driving I guess it's time to just watch

If I let you walk all over me when will you try to stop
And just because you think you know me don't mean that you won't get caught
But if I catch you when it happens you want me to let you off
And if I stop you before it then to you I am just a cop

When I finally gain some traction you tell me that imma flop
And then you go into my database looking for ways to plot
And Then you publicly speak about me opinions vs thoughts
That all my meaning in my music I make it was all for naught

If the kettle wasn't black would you even question the pot
Because you judging off of character someone else made for thought
And if this flag is for America maybe we need to talk
Are you a caricature your head is bigger when you are drawn

So what's the difference in the corn if the corn is not on the Cobb
And if you eat it with a fork or you eat it by twisting knobs
And if the ladder of the options to you might come as a shock
I guess it's how much you leave or if you eat it in until it's gone

I dont know if imma make it or not
But Everybody keep on telling me keep repping my block
I'm at the corner with this octagon yelling at you to stop
But you keep on fucking driving I guess it's time to just watch

I dont know if imma make it or not
But Everybody keep on telling keep repping my block
Im at the corner with this octagon yelling at you to stop
But you keep on fucking driving I guess it's time to just watch

Looks like I'm breaking down so I better get it together
But what if when I am down then I'm feeling a lil better
Cause my body feels like fire but maybe it's just my temper
And my rap is fucking sick but I'm feeling under the weather

Try to get her attention it's like I'm digging for some treasure
If a present is a gift then her presence is such a pleasure
So I write on this paper but the photo is the endeavor
If a picture says a thousand words what the fuck is a letter



Credits
Writer(s): Julian Almazan
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