Zach Hughes - Post.Script.(Open Letter) lyrics

[Intro] [Verse:Zach Hughes] Hov forgot this, gotta be the postscript The flow sick, take notes see, I ain't have to push coke That was Jay's issue, shoulda been in Forbes Mag, May issue And 'cuz I'm not...strays hit you, skin getting torn, display tissue Stay official, I know you had enough, you can't stand me They made a lane and I blitzed in, you more Bambi I got the bigger bucks, you lazy when it's crunch time... Sit it up Ever since I been getting bread lay low Every time a chick is met I'm fishing for head and they know So they wanna eat out, thinking they mold my morals like play-doh I say sure, but am I gonna pay? Nah But once we get to the table, she opened her lips, said filet-- "Sho" is what I said, I ain't the cannonball to Ichabod Crane The reason there's no head Out in the streets some eat, the rest starve You don't want beef out there they letting off Pulling out ya phone, tryna call police and it's white meat on the screen Brett Favre, PAUSE You don't ever wanna try play me we rewind ya mind, it ain't safe b Make a stop by ya coffin, Fast forward to ya wake b Bought a couple strips to get to the pastries Tri-state flow, The Natural, it's only one It ain't plural But you can take the Nat, gimme a M and guess what, I'll make murals These the type of quotes to even make Ray see the dope Forget the fan-mail who do it better? Turn a vowel to a open letter They say they did it right, always got two cents for ya But they money funny in the light, I hope they hear this ballad 'Cuz the moment they put that insight in front of that lamp It's really invalid Z to A to the C add a Riah, mami take Ciroc to her head like Goliath