CyHi
Open Letter
I’m back, my name should be spinal
Never passed the final
But they wonder how I sound so educated on these vynils
I, got my diploma from the corner
Where indictments come sooner than Oklahoma
Importing marijuana, I used to get my weed from portland
That’s why my license says, organ donor
I’m not a rapping ass n***a with poor persona
And for all the dead homies we pour coronas

And light blunts, for my n***as 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 from Atlanta but I wasn’t the typical
Cause half of these n***as 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 checks up, I went and got physical, miserable
Now you n***as sour like some pickle juice
When I actual was the deal, you say everything is co sure
Royal flush, I think everything is poker
Cause I’m all about the money, I can’t play with you 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, huh

And a couple throw aways, grind like a street skater on some roller blades
But let me take you back to CyHi before the braids
Smartest n***a in the class with the lowest grades
Yeah, broke folks supposed to hate, cause I’m getting capital
And you n***as lower case
I motivate for those who sold o’s
And never told when approached by popos

My cold flows controls the whole globe
No jerry curl but n***a my soul glows
Your favorite rapper went out of style with rose gold
Can’t be mad she on my dick, your ho chose like