Janté - Letter 4 Whoever (feat. Prod. Morteh) Lyrics

Yo, look
Look
First off
This ain't a song it's a message in music form
No uniform just a storm performed by yours truly
The newly unruly dude in a hoodie that ruthlessly swarms smoothly
Why everybody think my aim's to form movies?
To be Frank I just ain't Mart. Scorsese
Though I might seem posey picking posies at the park
For my lady 'stead of hanging with the posse
Prolly, y'all see how he
Don't seem to care 'bout the cameras he just want to get your hands up
Like he's holding you for ransom while he's phoning to your grandma
"Buy my merch or I'mma hurt em fo' I slam em
Then I'll blam 'em fo' I blame it on the grandpa, ha!"
I don't give a single "What!" when I'm on the microphone
I just kinda think of stuff hope I pop up on your phone
Papa look at me I'm "Papa locking" in the booth
Kinda rocking in your shoes got em shouting "OOH OOH"
Tell me again who do you know that can flow like this?
Roll like this? Spill their soul like this?
Show that they grow every post they spit?
All these rappers acting like they all got wit
But I own this ish honed the skills
That broke their will disowned these "chirren"
Ain't no chilling when Janté grilling
This a "hotzone" boy better stay out the kitchen
I'll kill 'em I'll hit 'em with the skills again
Y'all tripping I'm winning don't dismiss the kid
He's the best with the technique from the west he's
"Besties" with the recipe on how to sink the ship
With the way that I be rocking and popping up out the tropic
And hopping into your "hot" ship causing hardships when I start to
Spill these rhythms like they're slippery eels delivering electricity
That feels like thrills that fill your skeleton
"Jolt up and dance" is what I'm telling them
Aww hell, again! I wanna
Feel the jolt bolt from your knees
To the bolts in the ceiling my boy!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!