Cyhi The Prynce
Текст песни The Open Letter 2

Standing on the block with the rock trap
Running from the cops, toast the Glock
Slap box, ...
And I'm find to make a play for a beat
38 on my dick, that's what I call it jog strap
I'm running through them circles like I jog laps
Lame ass nigga what I look like it be all gap
Shawty tell me that she love me but that's all..
I can't see myself wifing a hoe that we all tap
River dance, now I'm chasing dividends
Torn in Japan, tell them haters go and kick a can
Cause I'm in demand, every space ship that I give you was the picture
You can post it my shit on Instagram
...when I went to France
Now I'm somewhere on an island like Gilligan
Life is like a beach ...I'm chilling in the sand
I gotta blow, even the ceiling got a fan

Up north rapper, used to try to battle me
But I'll battle him and everybody in his faculty
Gotta gallop through your metaphors and analogies
Hidden hills niggas, I used to go with alibis
... the way I used to loose calories
The only man who was perfect died on a ...
I pray I don't get pulled over
God blessed me so many times,
You would have swore I had allergies
I hope my story end happily ever afterly
Get my mama a house, get my father out of that factory
Cause I let them down, I was sposed to be an athlete
But I ride with a shotgun full of batteries
Sea size, east side, blowing bubble like the roof of my Caprice ride
You niggas still selling cuties, y'all seen no bells
And I ain't talking bout the peace prize.