Open Letter:
Don’t mind me this just open a letter
I used to want to smother you in your sleep
That’s the thoughts I use to have when I was just a child
I guess cause I was the only one that could see the evil inyour eye
Niggas starving but that won’t fuck with your blunt
Othes’s see this and front
I can see past your little stunts
Roll another, Maybe their problems will settle
Maybe problems will just settle after you finish several
Nah we still suffering while you sit
No don’t get up
Excuses after excuse
At least you good at making them
Made my life a living hell just so you can have something to brag about
Had me feeling like the nigga from get out
I was losing my mind like that was going to help you change
But you’ll never change
You put your self first before anyone else
If you ain’t making money off it then it deserves little to no effort
Then you wonder why I always got up a fort
Because I want to get away from the toxic
Before I become it
Open Letter
