Letter to Krept - Cadet

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 it’s going to be real

Do you remember how it used to be?

Casyo, Blaine, Cadet and Krept

Batty in bench, fam on the 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 bunning, got me feeling that the love is awful

And they all say I should have been on «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

Because 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 shotting food, quit the moves

Quit the fraud and mandem thought I was delirious

See, I’d go carpark, write bars, 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, till 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 I’m undercover in the crib

Man I got tired, I go into music events

Didn’t recognise 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

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