Open Letter - Jay Z

I'd done turned Havana to Atlanta

Guayabera shirts and bandanas

Every time you think you got me I switch the plan up

Bulletproof this radio scanners

Ballin 'til they ban us

You gettin too much bread they try to jam you

Boy from the hood but got White House clearance

Sorry y'all I don't agree with y'all appearance

Politicians never did shit for me

Except lie to me distort history

Wanna give me jail time and a fine

Fine, let me commit a real crime

I might buy kilo from Chief Keef

Out of spite, I just might, flood these streets

Hear the freedom in my speech

Got a onion from, Universal read it and weep

Would've brought the Nets to Brooklyn for free

Except I made millions off of you fuckin dweeb

I still own the buildin I'm still keepin my seat

Y'all buy that bullshit y'all better keep y'all receipt

Obama said chill you 'gon get me impeached

You don't need this shit anyway chill with me on the beach

 

Uh Y'all must wanna start a revolution

You know whenever I'm threatened I start shootin

Catch a body head to Houston

I'm in Cuba I love Cubans

This communist talk is so confusin

When It's from China the very mic that I'm using

Idiot win the Bob Dylan of rap music

You're an idiot baby, you should become a student

Or you 'gon learn today

Where the fuck have you been

The world's under new management

The new role model fuck this Zoolander shit