Open Letter
Night night to the haters
Ferragamo shoes, nice price for the gators
The bright lights will amaze ya
Young niggas still balling
I'm Mike Price to the players
This hip hop, don't worry 'bout the shape
I'm in tip top
That's why when I spit it, the shit's hot
You put the greatest rappers alive
In a big pot jay, Nas, Big
Pac and who would you get? Stop
Tick tock your time's up, your mind's stuck
Coke dealer, call me Sir Rock
Nigga remind Puff
Drew Brees, believe I keep a nine tucked
Make your side burn
I'll clip ya and get ya lined up
C'mon kid you ain't using
Your common senses
Last quarter, two minutes left
Fourth down in inches
You can smell the death in
The air around the benches
But you'll never see Ransom
Run from his consequences
Getting rich off dollars is
What I'm 'bout nigga
The biggest slave in the yard
Killing the house nigga
Damn, these niggas is degenerates
Matter fact these niggas is
Street credit less on the corner I was that
Nigga to reap benefit's
Now they call me Ellen
I'm selling that D generous
I'm the leader, paid the cost to be the
Boss, start a war with the
Force of North Korea
I do it so well that I come across a cheater
Give your wife three lines
Like I endorse Adidas
Mad I made it, never congratulated
Y'all niggas sat back and hated
But now that I'm agitated
You getting eradicated, verbally gladiatored
Obama's telling me chill I
Might get him assassinated
The voice of the people
These niggas not even equal
They told me I'm Goliath and
David came to defeat you
Guess your life is a movie but
You won't be in the sequel
I ain't done yet nigga
You fucking with the best nigga
I could have you doing pilates
You wanna stretch nigga?
Then I take care of your dogs
'cause I'm a vet nigga
Gritty flows that's reminiscent of X nigga
Bet you feel this shit in your
Bones 'cause I'm the next nigga
The next Nas, the next Big, the next Jigga
My face pretty
My arms tight and my chest bigger
Don't be concerned with this
You heard the rest of them niggas
I'm the alternative