Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Open Letter, artist - Phora. Date of issue: 24.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Open Letter |
| I had to do this for my city once |
| This for my Anaheim niggas rolling blunts |
| And I can’t forget Santa Ana |
| Cause it not about where I’m at |
| It was always about where I’m from |
| From a place where they quick to snatch your life |
| Put your feet in my shoes and you couldn’t last a night |
| These rappers are rapping like claiming savage life |
| But me, I know the difference in real life and rappers life |
| Why team and a team is back and strong |
| They thought they was killing it, that ain’t last for long |
| These rappers talk guns and these kids rap along |
| Stop lying, you ain’t in the dope house, you at your moms |
| That’s not the boy she raised, how dare you disrespect her |
| Swear I feed off these niggas like I was Mr. Lecter |
| Watch my words eat away at their ego’s |
| Cause you can have all goons in the world |
| And they can’t protect ya |
| You live a fraudulent life, you was never real |
| I’m dropping that fire just like I said I will |
| To the rappers that keep it real, man I see you |
| But you need to come to Yours Truly records for a better deal |
| So fuck what they say and homie I got enough |
| Now I ain’t tripping, now listen I’m quit to call your bluff |
| And I’m killing these rappers, its all for fun |
| Cause I don’t hate not a soul in this world |
| Except for Donald Trump |
| Keep the hate mail coming, that shit just motivates me |
| The thought of me making it probably drives you crazy |
| I’m hitting one-eighty, how can you blame me? |
| And I always keep a smile cause even a bullet couldn’t take me |
| They the type to follow, bitch I break the rules |
| Boy you know you ain’t no thug, you should’ve stayed In school |
| I guess I’m the one to break the news |
| You need to spend less time on Worldstar |
| And more time making moves |
| I ain’t got shit to prove to a fucking soul |
| Middle finger to the world, watch me fuck her slow |
| Sitting here like what the fuck happened to rap? |
| Man, it used to be music |
| But now its just a muhfucking puppet show |
| It’s gon' be a minute before we finish nigga |
| You telling stories, not living it, there’s a difference nigga |
| Most of these rappers whole lives is rented |
| Why you say in a Bentley when you really in a Civic nigga? |
| Yeah, I could tell, I could tell when they fronting |
| Yours Truly, ask around, they gon' tell you we coming |
| And I tried to tell 'em not to push my buttons |
| Now we taking over, no room for discussion |
| Muhfucker, whats up? |