Open Letter Lyrics

Yeah

Right

Yeah

I just landed in the Virgin Islands

Trynna adjust to weather climate

You just getting off work, perfect timing

Collect my baggage then go meet my goddess

Still get nervous when I see you now

Like damn I hope I make you proud

We ain't even seen each other in a while

And I miss that million dollar smile

Always hustling, get that shit by any means

Do your thing since Michael Jackson Billie Jean

Cash rules everything get the cream

Hotbox the whip before we hit the scene

Cigar smoke on my coat, such a faint smell

All my bitches know I do it and I do it well

Cost of living turning into the price of death

Suffocating in them bills please don't hold your breath

Now here comes them politicians with their polling tricks

Small minds got us Stagnant on a global tip

Promised my son that we gon' make it out this shit

Skipping lines, we gon' meet you niggas at the VIP

As bite the hands that feed 'em these the jaws of life

Watching your homies die bound to leave you scarred for life

Hold your baby close, promise it's going be aight

We all surrounded by the darkness til we see the light