Dear Christopher frank white Wallace, yeah its ya boy kiss I just want to holla
In ya memory I keep a coogi in my closet,
Kango on the rack, a fresh pair of wallies
Y'know im still a liquor and a weed child
Still got branson on speed dial, and everyobody's a king now
You ain't gotta be nice, getting shot is the thing now
Mafia was doing their best, they separated
Now rocking gutter doin a stretch
Yea kim is still in it to win it, seen money yell a while ago
And I aint heard from cease in a minute
People in power is queer, I can go on for a year about how it'd be if you were still here
The game's gotten cheaper, rappers is more commercially successful now but the heart's a lot weaker
Ya know me, still I've got the flow that'll pop speakers
First option on offense-the top feature
It's easy big, all you need is a pro tool sets
And I ain't touched the paper that I was supposed to yet
Everybody got somebody to show respect
Only a matter of time before they notice that
I'm an impeccable lyricist, with the right mechanics I can take over, be clear of this
They well aware of kiss, the light of the city, and I aint on the label no more but im tighter with diddy
I got my own plan, handle mine like a grown man
As long as I know im nice, **** it! I'm my own fan
Remix joints that you had, but they could never ever duplicate your swag
Meanwhile, Ima keep pursuing my lil plans
And you might b**p into a few of my lil mens
Up there stepping with god, but down here Mr. C and BK are still reppin' you hard
Tianna is so pretty, CJ turned into lil Biggie, just a lil lighter but so witty
On your born day we get the highest, groovy still the best with the garments, you keep me the flyest
Nights with the patron is dead, only right that I take a bottle of Bacardi limon to the head
And before I end it, I gotta say thanks not only to the time well spent when you splint
Miss you my *****, one love
In ya memory I keep a coogi in my closet,
Kango on the rack, a fresh pair of wallies
Y'know im still a liquor and a weed child
Still got branson on speed dial, and everyobody's a king now
You ain't gotta be nice, getting shot is the thing now
Mafia was doing their best, they separated
Now rocking gutter doin a stretch
Yea kim is still in it to win it, seen money yell a while ago
And I aint heard from cease in a minute
People in power is queer, I can go on for a year about how it'd be if you were still here
The game's gotten cheaper, rappers is more commercially successful now but the heart's a lot weaker
Ya know me, still I've got the flow that'll pop speakers
First option on offense-the top feature
It's easy big, all you need is a pro tool sets
And I ain't touched the paper that I was supposed to yet
Everybody got somebody to show respect
Only a matter of time before they notice that
I'm an impeccable lyricist, with the right mechanics I can take over, be clear of this
They well aware of kiss, the light of the city, and I aint on the label no more but im tighter with diddy
I got my own plan, handle mine like a grown man
As long as I know im nice, **** it! I'm my own fan
Remix joints that you had, but they could never ever duplicate your swag
Meanwhile, Ima keep pursuing my lil plans
And you might b**p into a few of my lil mens
Up there stepping with god, but down here Mr. C and BK are still reppin' you hard
Tianna is so pretty, CJ turned into lil Biggie, just a lil lighter but so witty
On your born day we get the highest, groovy still the best with the garments, you keep me the flyest
Nights with the patron is dead, only right that I take a bottle of Bacardi limon to the head
And before I end it, I gotta say thanks not only to the time well spent when you splint
Miss you my *****, one love