Letter To Krept

Album: The Commitment (2016)
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  • Yo, dear cuzzy
    Real talk I don't even know how to start this
    I just know that I love you

    Anyway, let me talk cuzzy, let me be real
    Let me tell you how a nigga feel from the dinner table, college or in the field
    Let me get it out
    Let me spill every emotion
    But know that it's gonna be real

    Do you remember how it used to be?
    Casyo, Blaine, Cadet and Krept
    Batty in bench, fam with a set
    I would walk, you would walk
    I would step, you would step
    But shit ain't really feeling the same
    That's the reason why I'm writing you
    Because, really I just want my cousin back
    I ain't got family that's as tight as you like
    I didn't really know where to start
    But college is kinda where the shit went pear
    See, I found my wife in college
    But I never made it into the second year
    And I heard she was cheating
    And I was tryna figure it out like it was Blue's Clues
    But then, you were friends with the guy she was beating
    I kinda felt like you let her get moved to
    Cuz, I felt snaked
    But I never said nothing, never opened my mouth
    'Cause maybe, you never knew
    You know you're my cousin, you get the benefit of the doubt
    Now imagine how gassed granddad would be
    Seeing us on stage we were meant to be
    But it hasn't been an easy road
    Man it's been like chapters on the first one's jealousy
    Well, maybe not jealousy
    But that word should give you an idea of the truth
    And true say, we be first cousins
    When I say I do music yeah, always comparing a kid
    Like everywhere I go, everybody saying something
    Why don't he bring you in
    Like a nigga did with Yungen
    Got me bugging, got me feeling that the love is awful
    And they all say I should of been a Paranormal
    Now around that time
    I went from being Cadet to Krept's cousin
    And see, yeah I was kicking myself 'cause I felt shit
    But never said nothing
    And like now we ain't spoken in months
    And even advice I can't ask the kid
    'Cause I remember your WhatsApp status saying don't chat to me if you're going to ask for shit
    Now around this time everything's getting loose
    Feels like with me you want nothing to do
    See I'm taking bare digs
    But everybody knew I was talking 'bout you in the like every single tune, I was bruised
    Even though I felt one way, I would still love you to the death
    Even got a bar, even though the love's oneway
    I'd still bang you in your face if you're talking about Krept
    But I guess the blame ain't on you
    'Cause not once did I pick up the phone and phone you
    I'm happy that you're doing your ting but it's a reminder of all the shit I don't do
    So when your videos were hitting a mill
    I was still taking bets up in William Hill
    Now jealousy gone, 'cause it's dumb to feel

    And the second chapter is where the hunger spills
    See the second chapter's called hunger and this is where the shit gets peak
    'Cause it's when I stopped watching you and I started watching me
    But I still got your name in like every bar though
    Parked up listening to Argy Fargo
    And the one time you brought me to Wireless was exactly the kick I needed in the asshole
    'Cause you chose me right over the mandem
    Like even though we haven't spoke in long though
    And wallahi after you send the invite
    Thought you were going to say 'my bad, wrong convo'
    'Cause then you brought me on stage
    It was me, you and Killer Konan
    I was the last one to come off stage
    Well, 'cause up there, man it felt like home
    And I swear since that moment
    I took shit serious
    Stopped distrub' food, quit the moves
    Quit the fraud and mandem thought I was delirious
    See, I'd go carpark, buy bud, leave the engine on
    And then somehow fall asleep
    Wake up with a dead battery
    Get jump started, and then the same night
    Go repeat, 'til the point now that I ain't even got a car
    'Cause both the battery and engine's gone
    But at least now I'm chasing my dream
    I ain't felt like a wasteman in long

    And the third chapter's called love
    Ain't no soft shit, ain't no need for boohoo's
    But when I started loving myself then I could love you like I used to
    Got tired
    I been a wasteman rapper in the fam, I'm undercover in the crib
    Man I got tired, I go into music events
    Didn't recognize me for a thing
    Man I got tired, I got tired
    Of feeling like I ain't gonna win
    And yeah I got tired, tired of telling you niggas that
    I don't know why you don't wanna bring a nigga in see
    I'm just glad I'm in the same race as you
    And the dream is to go and share 1st place with you
    You know man
    You're my left lung and there ain't no replacing you
    And P.S I'll still bang everybody in the face for you
    Man, I love you
    You must know this Writer/s: Blaine Johnson
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