Lil Wayne – Open Letter Lyrics

Open Letter

Lil Wayne

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"Open Letter." - Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 08:58 pm

Album: Tha Carter V

Track No: 10

Sometimes, it feel like I ain't shit
Sometimes, a **** feel like shit
Talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear life" shit
So if a **** kill me, hope he mean it
I just hope I die for a reason
They probably won't miss me till they need me
Have problems with that man that they need me, Lord
I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear life" shit
Way too concerned to be conceited
I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord
Die tryna reach 'em
They care more about how much I leave 'em, where'd I leave it?
I hope I leave more of an impression on my kids
To be destined to have blessings to believe in, Lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You a son of a gun"
Just got off the phone with my daughter
Told her, "I won't hesitate to fuck a young **** up!" Lord
A few bitches left me
That only got a new bitch elected
My old bitch was too disrespectful
And only give my new bitch respect
And that's power, yes
So now, we're next
Can't lie, though, I tried, though
I'll die tryin', that's a common death
We were such a team, we was chasin' our dreams
Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath
Now they try to tell me I need rest and I'll find love again
I ain't find it yet
Oh, but I guess it is what it is
As it appears, oh shit
The object in the mirror
Is more near than it appears, oh shit
And sometimes, I fear who in the mirror
That **** weird, he done died so many times
But still here, why am I here, here?
Life
What is my meaning? My reason?
Naked bitches really love ones
Sometimes, our loved ones don't love us
I'm fuckin' more than I'm makin' love
Sometimes, I make my rubber wear a rubber
I just tell my lady nothing's easy
Even though I make it look easy
But understand, looks are deceiving
Lookin' like I'm lookin' for some grievance
'Cause I been through way too much, don't wanna think about it
Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it
Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it
Doctor ain't prescribe me what he ain't realizin'
Pain inside me got me thinkin'
'Bout me tryna hang my body, sanctifyin'
I'm a gangster dyin' 'cause all gangsters die
I can't deny it, you can't take my lion
I'm a angry lion
Hangin' by a string, I can't describe it
Feel like a anchor tied to my fingers
Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink
I know a lot of **** think I got a lot of ****
There's strength in numbers, but it's honor over strength
I talked to God the other day, he say he got a ****
So I looked death up in the eye and then I winked
It's way too real
The shit I'm talkin' way, way too real
I hope it gave you chills
The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill
You don't know how dead you feel till you're dead for real
Gettin' high after I paid the bill
Lower than a Navy SEAL
Show up with them Navy guns
I hope somebody prayin' for 'em
Price tags on mistakes, somebody payin' for 'em
Ice baths on my face, numb, no expression
What's the life expectancy when you don't expect shit?
Mama told me, “Fuck the world, it be so aggressive
Be yourself, fuck the rest, and watch these hoes, 'cause they so obsessive
Don't get too high to look over blessings
Never come in second, make the most of your seconds
They so precious”
'Cause if we could buy time, every store would sell it
If you want me to read your mind, need correct spelling
I keep it real, **** better keep it copasetic
Where the weed? I feel like I'm gettin' a sober headache
Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better
I was too busy to talk, I wrote a open letter
Dear life
What is my meaning? My reason?
That's the question
I ask the reader
God bless the reader
Dear life
What is my meaning? My reason?
That's the question

Writer(s): Lil Wayne, Marco Rodriguez, Ben Diehl, Nicholas Varvatsoulis & Krystyana Czeiner.

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