Dear Mr .President
I put this lovely letter together today for you
I hope you aren't too busy to read it
Enjoy
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah

Aye nigga don't play us
Tired of sitting in the shower
You niggas don't fade us
Even after all these times
You really don't pay us
You stand for this country with clowns
I'm a hop off the roof right now
Merk everybody in this bitch then bounce

Okay you niggas done gone too far
Okay you niggas done gone too far
Okay you niggas done gone too far
Okay you niggas done gone too far

Yeah, yeah, yup, I'm in this bitch, timing legit get to the shit
Go and hand me a clip
Go grab some sticks, light up the tips
'Cause we an angry mob of fire, we gonna make sure you fried
Torture you on sight, we ain't finna let you die
We don't give a shit about what we've been told
Cause we gonna be here when you old people gone
Why we tryna make sense about some shit you don't know
Like tryna raise rent when everything for you's cold

I don't get the problem
I'm tryna figure out
Thought you guys wanted to buy a bigger truck and stuff like that
No? no guns anybody? Okay
Like honestly, how the fuck is somebody who's never grown up in the environment that I've grown up in
Hung around them motherfucking niggas we grew up around, people we hang around with today
How the fuck is someone like that, tell me, what's good for me?
I'm tryna figure out what you made it out of, or where you made it or where you actually came from
I wanna figure out what resources you have, 'cause motherfucker we ain't have none
Resources ain't even really in the vocabulary and shit, hahaha
I speak for the majority of people, man
What are you really doing for us?
Right now