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