Open Letter Lyrics

[Verse 1: Don Trip]
Woke up this morning with money on my mind
With a bitch on my lap tryin catch the sunrise
I swear I be wanna go somewhere
And chill sometimes
But my baby's gotta eat
So daddy's gotta grind-
And I can't fill they stomachs
With the words that it tried
So daddy works even when he's tired
Til the bullets run out and the shot clock expire
I give it my best Shot, I aim for the sky
Try your luck, I promise I will aim for hind
I know life's a bitch, I won't complain until I die
Fresh like I walked inside my wardrobe and died
That's fresh to death, boy am I sly?
And although I'll never go back to where I been
I'm still flier than Marty in his DeLorean
No I don't want it to end until I've made some more ends
Ironically the more I make, the more I spend
Staring down the barrel as the cylinder spins
Death is at the door, I hope nobody let's him in
Sheesh!
Look at me, doper than Dr. Quinn
I've been acting an ass, still don't know how to pretend
I took a victory lap and gained less value for Friends
Natural born leader I could never follow Trends
My home's a lions den but I be everywhere
I'm like the king on the Chess board, I can touch every square
Never for show and tell, preparing to go to Hell and take all you bitches with me on the way down
Shut up p*ssy lay down
We'll be there any day now
Tomorrow ain't for certain so I gotta make every day count
And let that marinate
Don't let my fruitful words go to waste
I am not from this planet and I'm wearing out my stay
I saw the devil yesterday, he told me, He could save my soul
If I place all my bread in the bowl and past it around
You know like a collection plate Then he'll ensure that all my sins will wash away
I told him I appreciate the offer, but no thanks
But if you selling Holy Water, I'll take four pints
I could have cashed in at the soul bank, ha
I rather hit the Lotto though
I can't take prayers to no bank, ha
So I rather watch my pockets grow
Staying optimistic, getting Blow like an optimum
If life is ice cream, it'd be Rocky Road
Weapons ready, Lock-N-Load
He who stands in my way, gotta go
Gorilla shit
I promise, not one monkey can stop the Show
All these rappers niggas getting sloppy
Think I lost control
Pillow talking to these dirty bitches saying that I lost it all
But they know who they f*cking with
Well I say, they know they ain't f*cking with me
Well let me clear this shit
Take a second to kill this shit
I wrote a note for all these rappers
You wanna hear this shit?
f*ck you
f*ck the people who support you
f*ck your fans
f*ck your family
f*ck whoever endorsed you
f*ck your friends
f*ck your kids
f*ck whoever records you
f*ck your momma, what was she thinking, why wouldn't she want to abort you?
Poor you
Look at what you just made the Boy do
I might need a break from all this shit that I'm going through
I was slanging dope walking back and forth to school
And I came a long way, now I got plenty more to lose
I came a long way from wearing Payless Shoes
Trying to take what I've earned and make Late Breaking News
I get how I get it and I will take it before I lose
Sincerely, the brightest nigga with a short fuse
I say, I get how I get it and I will take it before I lose
Sincerely, the brightest nigga with a short fuse
Forever True, from me to you
God Speed
God Speed

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