Dear Pete

I hope you know that your as dumb as you speak

I know that you been through some stuff

And you’ve been to juvi

You and gang won’t be as close as you think

When me and the cliche come through and let the choppa sing

We ain’t talking about no NLE

Pull up on the side and put a bullet in your mind

You hating on me because I stay on my grind

Leave yo body in the road with a white outline

Make yo life flash before your eyes

You can run but you cannot hide

Obviously, 5-0 caught you once

Now they’ll find you twice

But this time it's different

I can see the headline

“Deadly shootout took a life”

You brought my mom into this beef

So now that I’m not at ease

I won’t take it easy

I was created by men as the embodiment of hatred

Any MC coming at me gets wasted

The eagerly awaited mistake in the matrix

Ready to leave the whole game devastated

In order to save it ‘cause it separated

So much from its roots; it ain't good for it's greatness

I'm Old School-related, y'all say it's outdated

I say: the motherfucking Culture is sacred

Once I hit the booth it’s invasion

I got the game shook on occasion

Crazy rich flow like them Asians

I made a deal with Satan

No I didn’t

Throwing dollars signs I could feel the sensation

I’m the bad guy

Made you say good night for the last time

This is just the last straw

Remember it when you think your last thought

All these rappers nowadays speaking all this gibberish

You stupid bitch

From your average rapper yeah I am much different

Now I am very vigorous picking up your interest

So fluent with my words I'd make Shakespeare seem illiterate

With all these lights flickering lost souls whispering

This perfect life that I'm picturing this will never end

No matter your interest hobbies and Your preferences

I'll make your favorite rapper insignificant I'm sick of this-

Obsession with famous people's lives

You think a million Instagram followers validates your life

Fuck subscribers and fuck the likes

Fuck you too, I’m taking your life

I get these thoughts and I'm lost in my head

Sometimes I think that I'm already dead

Living in hell

Seeing them wishing me well

To tell you the truth it gets no better than this

I hope all this shit gets outta my head

So to numb the pain I choose to spit till your dead

Like Nike, Pete

Checkmate your ass

And chop you down like a blade of grass