MYSONNE - Open Letter lyrics

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[Intro:]

The autobots are a highly advanced form of robots I don't really know if they're from the past, or the future, but they can think and have real feelings.

It’s my song! (Mysonne)

Y'all gonna learn the day

I’m about show y’all what I learned from Jay

In '99, 'member I heard 'em say

The shit is all game, just gotta learn to play.

What up? Trick motherfuckers until you earn the pay

Profit off these suckers and then you turn away (word)

Sorry Jay, I wasn’t good at pretending!

If a nigga needed help, then he wasn’t my friend then

And I was checking them soon cause I felt offended

Trying to fix it, but I just couldn’t mend it

And you know how these sucker niggas act dawg

Whispering behind your back, now you’re black ball

Can’t be too real, too many facts y’all

Now it’s me against the world, is what you ask for?

Y’all gonna learn today, uh huh

I’m gonna give them hell, y'all gonna learn to pray

A bunch of soft dudes with no vertebra

Go ahead and play, I let them burn the spray!

Uh, I’m so tired of the lying

Niggas selling y'all these dreams and y'all buying

Never gonna fool me dawg, so stop trying (never!)

All the kids and all these birds not flying.

I’m defying the myth, trying to spit the truth

To prove consumers still buying the shit

I’m providing ‘em with actual fact, reality

One of the last cast to actually rap reality (Mysonne)

I give you all these tricks and totality

Toads get tagged in the streets, over salary!

And you’re talking about the Trinidad James,

Yeah, I said it, Trinidad Lame!

Trinidad fame is example of what’s wrong with the game!

It’s a God damn shame!

These labels is promotin', these porch monkeys is symbols

We don’t care, as long as he drive Lambos

Sport gold, and wearing name brand clothes

I guess this what Doctor King is in the land fo'

Fuck it in Rome, you do it like the Romans

Now I think like Sylvia Rhone and Leo Cohen.

It’s all buffoonery, yeah, we all know it

But whatever you gotta do to, bring the dough in.

Real talk! I'd rather sell coke to grown folks

Than poison babies and kids, that don’t know, yeah!

Anybody high, morals is so low

Damn they OD'ing but they’re screaming out YOLO (YOLO! YOLO!)

Now the hoes get glorified

Women with morals and pride get disqualified

So should I not even try to be authentic

Just embellish and lie to get dollar signs.

That's just not how God built me

If being real is a crime, then I’m guilty!

All they gonna say is, he broke, y'all kill me,

Nigga, when you got respect, you’re rich, so I’m filthy!

Thanks to Yu real me? ~~ Salute for correcting these lyrics