A Letter to Tokyo

Bitch you right

I ain't never been the one to play
So please stay the hell up out my way

Bitch you right

When you're all show then whats to say
I know you would have done me the same way
Okay

Money in the bank so safe to say
I don't need your hand out just the pay
Okay
It cost your boy a fortune just to stay
Awake
But really we know that it's all in a days
So we play

Look who went and got it
The rap game called and asked the preacher for a profit
So I got it
Now when we fold we only really talking about the wallet
Wallahi
That's word to my Gaddafis
I'm really about it

125's with the tag on
Wear them with some boot cuts just to keep my sag on
Everybody wants the throne but look at where I sat on
At the table with the thieves bout to get our glad on

But you right
I ain't never been the one to play
So please stay the hell up out my way
Bish you right
When you're all show then what's to say

Is you high
If so, well let me take you higher
OG trying not to OD like an oldie
I ain't taking what they giving cuz I really know me
I'd rather make my own way and turn it to a living
A stand-up guy that'll try to go to all the sit-ins
Cuz if you don't make moves then who's willing
We just big chilling
Everyone's a hero where are all the villains

Bitch you right
I ain't never been the one to play
If it ain't good then don't say
And if it ain't the mood don't stay
I know I gotta go and get it either way