OPEN LETTER 2

Keep my enemies close
It's no scope on the targets
Heavenly Father I got shit to lose, it's heavily guarded
Niggas plotting, watch my every move for chinks in my armor
Stay p'd and q'd cause I can't be the dude that blinked and he lost it
Shit get exhausting
They test you just to see where your heart is
Fund stalking, guns talking, tryna' see where your arms is
Hail Mary got 'em b-lining, see what I started
Bet you niggas quick to deny it, we eating regardless
So F' em, look
minimum effort, get 'em a stretcher quick
You niggas knew better than to let us in this bitch
Kick in the door, Biggie shit
Killa', nigga I'm militant,
Soldier baby told you
We can't play about these Benjamin's, nah
I just wanna' see my niggas on next
So fuck stairs, nigga I'm stepping on necks
You don't really want combat
The camo ain't Bape, but this ape will lay King Kong flat
Same go for y'all cats
Aim To Kill
Bang it til' it break or make contact
My angels near but til' the day they take me, I'm in all black
Lately had to fall back
Daily I'm hearing y'all raps
major league how they ball cap
See em, oh what a contrast
Damn



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Writer(s): Isaiah Ford
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