The Last Letter

[Verse 1: Zi]
Born in 86 in the 78
What's my name 25 letters after A
25 minutes with my eyes closed I meditate
Grinding 52 weeks without a holiday
150 miles an hour on the A4
I like your style mother fucker but it ain't yours
At 3:30 left the crib that's beneath the 8th floor
3 cheese burgers and a coffee's what I paid for
2 many wanna be's 2 2 many wanna be's man for real
You're faded and faker than 7 dollar bills
I'm Barack Obama you're a fly flat on the floor
Rapper's are like prison walls in the 70's thinking they got Assata Shakur
Tchika tchika rewind
This line is so hot I should've said it 3 times
Spot me BBQ 501 black sweater
You're now listening to track 7

[Verse 2: Zi]
Check your watch check the sun or check your cuckoo clock
The time is mine I think I proved it when this doodoo dropped
French mother fucker shout out to the 225
I got this shit together put the Tutsis on the Hutus' side
See Zi be making Zi be making sense like a lot of coins
Boom haha you never know that's the point
We're making music over here y'all making noise
Now let me see y'all bounce like doink
A God on the mic the way I take a rapper's life
Yeah that's what happens when you come with half the appetite
You gon' leave the game bloody like hooligan
Listen I'm trying to make smart cool again
I'm making love to this you're hearing f sounds like "gh"
The beat is fire make you get down like 38
This goes hard I swear
Harder than trying to find a drug dealer with wrinkles and grey hair

[Outro: Zi]
It's the last letter man the last letter man
It's the last letter man the last letter man
It's the last letter man the last letter man
100 miles ahead of you but keep on peddling
It's the last letter man the last letter man
It's the last letter man the last letter man
It's the last letter man the last letter man
100 miles ahead of you but keep on peddling