Open Letter by MOULA 1st Lyrics
Chill out what? You can't cool me
Unlimited clips forever shooting a movie
Don't know how to fix a thing but keep a toolie
Always with a dime, but this shirt cost a toonie
Still on two three, I already have my strips so you can't boost me
And I ain't gotta call niggas I stay on duty
Y'all thinking it's a game until you see yours truly
Dear Canada, 20 vid's last year and still got stamina, without a fucking manager
No label budgets, all of my own money
No Toronto artist can face me, I run the country
I done turned Ak's twitch to Raw
Talking all that smack I heard you down with the law
Loose talks only get you tight with Allah
Turn your ass over get you flipped with your boss
My bars is like I died on the cross
Wipe your nose, trust you ain't cut from my cloth
Catch up nigga, but don't copy my sauce
It's blasphemy to say that the great Moula fell off
They caught my nigga by the border
But that ain't gon' stop us we got shit still in order
Bullet in your scalp then head back to the quarters
Like ain't nothing changed tell niggas to run the corners
I stay with it the way I spit it, you know I live it
You see it vivid, my rap's prison the glizzy switching
Out here in field I'm not cotton picking
You's a bitch, that's why you gonna end up missing
Ain't no competition, suffer everyday from real nigga conditions
Four hood whip be my stripes it's so sufficient
How can you compare to me you never ran a mission
I'm gon' learn today, huh, where the hell have you've been
Toronto's under new management
The new role model you ain't black balling shit
Unlimited clips forever shooting a movie
Don't know how to fix a thing but keep a toolie
Always with a dime, but this shirt cost a toonie
Still on two three, I already have my strips so you can't boost me
And I ain't gotta call niggas I stay on duty
Y'all thinking it's a game until you see yours truly
Dear Canada, 20 vid's last year and still got stamina, without a fucking manager
No label budgets, all of my own money
No Toronto artist can face me, I run the country
I done turned Ak's twitch to Raw
Talking all that smack I heard you down with the law
Loose talks only get you tight with Allah
Turn your ass over get you flipped with your boss
My bars is like I died on the cross
Wipe your nose, trust you ain't cut from my cloth
Catch up nigga, but don't copy my sauce
It's blasphemy to say that the great Moula fell off
They caught my nigga by the border
But that ain't gon' stop us we got shit still in order
Bullet in your scalp then head back to the quarters
Like ain't nothing changed tell niggas to run the corners
I stay with it the way I spit it, you know I live it
You see it vivid, my rap's prison the glizzy switching
Out here in field I'm not cotton picking
You's a bitch, that's why you gonna end up missing
Ain't no competition, suffer everyday from real nigga conditions
Four hood whip be my stripes it's so sufficient
How can you compare to me you never ran a mission
I'm gon' learn today, huh, where the hell have you've been
Toronto's under new management
The new role model you ain't black balling shit