Open Letter - Gunplay

Living legends, no pardons in murder gardens

(Hustlin', hustlin') since then, we’ve been on since

Dealing dimes in adornments

When they rhyme, man it’s all myths

Now my dimes all tall milfs

And my rap lines all gifts

I’m in the paint, I think I’m Paul Pierce

Bread right, headlights, y’all all deers

Hoes wanted black bottles, but I brought beers

They was so disappointed that they fought tears

Cooked all the base, bring me more snares

You ain’t a soldier if you ain’t pay war fares

Fuck it, from here to Nantucket

Roll a damn nugget, ain’t no other way to put it

Junkie jit wrote a hit in his hoodie

Oak on the rifle and the steering wheel’s wooden

Just put me anywhere near money

Bet I won’t make it fair for not one of ya

I got groceries, 31 onions

Make hoes walk the plank 'till they made eight bunions

Pimps keep pimping, hoes keep hoeing

I-N-G stands for I’m not going

Crackers ask me question, I’m not knowing

I gave a life sentence back, now y’all owe it

Y’all gon' learn today

Y’all gon' learn today