Sentino - Letter to the world lyrics
Sebastian Enrique Alvarez
[Sentino - Letter to the world lyrics]
Yeah! Sonny!
This is my letter to the world! Aha!
Comin' up I was nothing but
A little dude spittin'
Every freestyle sounded like pre-written
Niggas in my city started
Fuckin' with the kid
Runnin' round telling rappers you ain't
Fuckin' with the kid i was up in my crib
Writing bars to some Biggie beats
Jada was the man
We thought we are the streets
So we rode for 'em
We don't have no coke for 'em
But soon as shit we rapped we
Came like dope for 'em
Dudes screamin' for the music wе made
I switched the languagе but still I
Keep it true to this day
Paid my dues to the game
Got signed, went on tour twice
Wrote 40 songs with the best
- I was born nice
A poor mice, but I strive to be a rich lion
Fuck it! I rather stay poor than rich, lyin'
Like Richard Prior, I might get this bitch up
Every verse straight fire - I
Grew up on hip-hop
My Daddy brown, Mom Polish, my soul is black
If I wouldn't have told ya
Would you notice that?!
This is my letter to the world!
I'm tryin' to get heard
Before they put me in a
Box with clothes all black
I ain't ready to die, dogg, I'm ready to ride
Name me one European rapper better than I
None! Better?believe?, son
Ahead of my time, so?even? recognize
Or you'll get buried alive
?Married the grind? as a team
Now I'm all grown
Had to hustle certified to the bone
Leave the street beefs alone cause
It's all about the? now
Fools they got bullied on the
School turned to killers now
All you gotta do is dance
And put on some tight pants
But all I wanna do is
Make my people real proud yeah, aha
All I wanna do is make
My Polish people really proud yeah, aha
All I wanna do is make
My Latin people really proud
Come on! All I wanna do
Is make my people proud, son!
This is my letter to the world! Aha!
Comin' up I was nothing but
A little dude spittin'
Every freestyle sounded like pre-written
Niggas in my city started
Fuckin' with the kid
Runnin' round telling rappers you ain't
Fuckin' with the kid i was up in my crib
Writing bars to some Biggie beats
Jada was the man
We thought we are the streets
So we rode for 'em
We don't have no coke for 'em
But soon as shit we rapped we
Came like dope for 'em
Dudes screamin' for the music wе made
I switched the languagе but still I
Keep it true to this day
Paid my dues to the game
Got signed, went on tour twice
Wrote 40 songs with the best
- I was born nice
A poor mice, but I strive to be a rich lion
Fuck it! I rather stay poor than rich, lyin'
Like Richard Prior, I might get this bitch up
Every verse straight fire - I
Grew up on hip-hop
My Daddy brown, Mom Polish, my soul is black
If I wouldn't have told ya
Would you notice that?!
This is my letter to the world!
I'm tryin' to get heard
Before they put me in a
Box with clothes all black
I ain't ready to die, dogg, I'm ready to ride
Name me one European rapper better than I
None! Better?believe?, son
Ahead of my time, so?even? recognize
Or you'll get buried alive
?Married the grind? as a team
Now I'm all grown
Had to hustle certified to the bone
Leave the street beefs alone cause
It's all about the? now
Fools they got bullied on the
School turned to killers now
All you gotta do is dance
And put on some tight pants
But all I wanna do is
Make my people real proud yeah, aha
All I wanna do is make
My Polish people really proud yeah, aha
All I wanna do is make
My Latin people really proud
Come on! All I wanna do
Is make my people proud, son!