Love Letter To Hip Hop Lyrics

If loving rap is wrong, I don't want wanna be right

Been in love with this shit since Chacon birthright

I don't even really care about the big spotlights

I just love spitting this shit

This my rapper's delight

I watched a lot of niggas get lost in the algorithm

They made hits but still had bitch made mannerisms

Rappers keep falling off, they mentally stuck in prison

Like a shooter when he hot, I'm deadly when I'm in rhythm

But I stuck beside my dream, cause niggas said I was goated

And every track you hear, Ricardo super devoted

We only elevating, we never could be demoted

If I don't win the Grammy

We smacking whoever voted

Al Roker couldn't even predict how great I is

Me and Velle in a couple of meetings, we handle biz

They ain't see it coming

Testing they gangsta, pop quiz

If you act out, we send it to where the sky is

Love me hard, love me strong, love me good

Love me so much, I take my peoples out the hood

Four years deep, people never understood

If they take hip hop, man I wish a nigga would

Love me hard, love me strong, love me good

Love me so much, I take my peoples out the hood

Four years deep, people never understood

If they take hip hop, man I wish a nigga would

Saw us lasting forever, that's why I'm the visionary

I whisper Grammy Gold when I fuck her in missionary

She only wanna sex to my music, I'm legendary

Rappers disappear when I drop like Where's Perry

Windy City goat, Sox logo on my fitted

My nigga Sosa stay on point, he sharp witted

Keep the fam close, cause if I eat, they benefited

Gone always remain real, but niggas hate to admit it

New fucking flows, new thirsty hoes

Blessed be the microphones I control

Rap niggas sick, stuck in loopholes

Save hip hop, give it back it's soul

New fucking flows, new thirsty hoes

Blessed be the microphones I control

Rap niggas sick, stuck in loopholes

Save hip hop, give it back it's soul

Got a real nice flow, sound a bit like Hov

More so J Cole, either way I'm cold

Records will be sold

Trophies will be gold

Rapping shit like this

Butterflies for hoes

Tryna break the mold, motivate the bros

Working towards your dreams, such a lonely road

Many feelings was spilled, over beats I rode

I'll admit it though, give it back my soul