Love Letter To Hip Hop

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Rico Chacon

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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 f*ck 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

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