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
Publisher: THIRD SIDE MUSIC INC
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