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CyHi The Prynce

The Open Letter (Freestyle)

 

The Open Letter (Freestyle)


I'm back, my name should be spinal
Never passed the final,
But they wonder how I sound so educated on these vinyls
I, got my diploma from the corner
Where them diamonds come sooner than oklahoma
Importing marijuana, I used to get my weed from portland
That's why my license say, organ donor
I'm not a rapping ass nigga with poor persona
And for all the dead homies we pour coronas
And light blunts, for my niggas who got arrested
I ain't talking yoga when I say they doing stretches
Putting money on they books just so they won't feel neglected
I do this for the people, my message is majestic
Royalty like residuals, prince of the south
My favorite artist was mystical
I wrote poetry so rapping wasn't that difficult
You heard I'm Atlanta but I wasn't a typical
Cause half of these niggas scared to be individuals
I give you respect and I expect to get the reciprocal
Haters I see you through my peripheral
It's despicable, the way you judge me like municipal
Cause I got my check up, I went and got a physical, miserable
Now you niggas sour like some pickle juice
When I ask you what's the deal, you say everything is kosher
Royal flush, I think everything is poker
Cause I'm all about the money, I can't play with your jokers
A child of God I did more preying that vultures
My folks said that's off I had the haze for the smokers
45 on the table, the k was in the sofa, ha
And a couple throw aways, grind like the streets skater also roller blades
But let me take you back to CyHi before the brains
Smartest nigga in the class with the lowest grades
Huh, yeah, broke folks supposed to hate, cause I'm getting capital
And you niggas lower case
I motivate for those who sell o's
And never talk when approached by po po's
My cold flows controls the whole globe
No jerry curl but nigga my soul glows
Your favorite rapper went out of style with rose gold
Can't be mad she on my dick, your hoe chose like.

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