Uh-huh, I ain't even good with writin', I don't even write, I just felt, I had to write this letter to Big
Dear Christopher Frank White Wallace, yeah, it's your boy Kiss, I just wanted to holler, uh-huh, in your memory, I keep a Coogee in my closet, yeah
Cango on the rack, fresh pair of wallets, you know I'm still a licker in the chow, still got Branson on speed dial, and everybody's the king now
You ain't gotta be nice, gettin' shot is the thing now, mafia was doin' they best, they're separated now, rock and gutter doin' a stretch
Uh-huh, yeah, Kim is still in it to win it, I seen money yell a while ago, and I ain't heard from C's in a minute
Uh-huh, people in power is queer, I could go on for a year, but how would it be if you was still here?
Uh-huh, gamers got cheaper, yeah, rappers is more commercially successful now, but the heart's a lot weaker
We could know me, still got the flow to the pop speakers, uh-huh, first option on offense, top feature
It's easy, big, all you need's a Pro 2 set, and I ain't touched the paper that I was supposed to yet
Everybody that's somebody show respect, only a matter of time before they notice that
I'm an impeccable lyricist, and with the right mechanics, I could take over, be clear of this
They well aware of Kiss, the light of the city, and I ain't on the label no more, but I'm tighter with Diddy
I got my own plan, handle mine like a grown man, long as I know I'm nice, I'm my own fan
Remix the joint you had, but they could never ever duplicate your swag
Meanwhile, I'ma keep pursuing my lil' plans, and you might bump into a few of my lil' mans
Up there steppin' with God, down here, Mr. C and BK is still reppin' you hard
Tiana 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
Tonight, Patron is dead, only right that I take a bottle for Cardi Lamon to the head
And before I end it, I gotta say thanks, cause not only was the time well spent, it was splendid
Miss you, my n***a, my love, my homie
That was my letter to Big, you know what I mean, I felt it was only right
I really spoke with him, drank with him, sat with him, talked with him, kicked him
I wanna see you in the next lifetime, but it's never easy sayin' goodbye
Sayin' goodbye
It's so hard to understand, why you had to go away
Why you had to go away
It's so hard, oh yeah, I just said
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