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Kannon Exclusive letra


My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could, it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear Kannon
I'm sending you this letter
'Cause I see how you moving dog
You can be doing better
Acting like you 17 spinning and blowing cheddar
Fronting like you don't know no better
But I know you better
Than you do
So I'm sending you this kite
'Cause you losing your swagger, homie, even on the mic
You fell back to let Kutter and Benny get the light
That's aight
But I still don't hear that pain that you recite
I hear it in you
You don't even feel your shit is nice
Criticizing your bars questioning if it's precise
And it is
But it's like you ain't believing in yourself
Your flow saved these niggas man, their beats needed your help
But I'ma keep it real
The skills ain't diminishing
But the homies can agree you should pick up your pen again
'Cause you running in the streets wilding out choking bitches
Holdin' [?]
What you tryna go back to prison
I hope you listen to the shit that's in the letter
Just fall back dog and get your cheddar
You the greatest ever
And you got a lot projects out
But [?] who won what
Solidified you the hottest out
Go back to writing kid you had a lot to jot about
More than the guns and how them shells poppin' out
Just holla back at your boy when you get this letter
Remember you the greatest ever

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could, it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

Dear self, I got a lot to say
Any other day I would appreciate the concern but not today
My bitch on the way
But I'm replying to your kite
I read this shit while I was getting high, yeah you right
I ain't right
But wait
Man let me plead my case
I choked that bitch 'cause she was talking greazy in my face
And the reason why you see me with this heater on my waist
'Cause I don't like to fight, I squeeze and [?]
I hear the homies telling me I need to just be writing
But let me explain to you the reason I ain't writing
I feel like I be going backwards in the lab
If I go back to chickenscratching in my pad
I'm practicing my craft
It's like I wanna master it so bad
I love the battle, love to see him forget his raps and I'd just laugh
Well homie that's my bitch I gotta go pay for this cab
I had some more to say but shit I gotta go get this ass
One

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could, it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

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