Kites

[Intro: 50 Cent & (Dre)
I'm fucking tired of this shit, man
Tired, man (I'm tired, man)
I don't think I can take it much longer, man
(Man, hold your head though)
I only got a couple months left, man
So fuck it, man, fuck it
(Yeah, you got short time though)
I think that C.O. 'bout to come around for mail, though

Damn, I hope I got mail, man
Psh, I ain't get none last week
(Man, listen, man
It's like they forgot about a brother in here)
Word, man, I'm 'bout to open this shit up though, man

Who this from?

First off, I need to ask just how you're doing, Ran?
Is it bad as all them stories and these movies, Ran?
Probably not so, I wish you wasn't locked though
The Picasso of street corners and potholes
Yeah, these people forgot though, now every rapper got dough
Don't be mad when I say that you shouldn't knock Joe
Huh, you put yourself in that predicament

You should have known what you was dealing with
I'll just leave it at that, Ran, I know you'll make it back, man
I guess by now you know that I'm your number one rap fan
Damn, I don't know what else to say to you
Except, I got you higher than what all these critics rated you
Until now, I never knew how much they hated you

A dumb nigga from the streets is what they labelled you
Guess they never was listening, those was your best years
Just letting you know it didn't fall on deaf ears
[Interlude: 50 Cent & (Dre)
Damn, man (Wow)

Shit was deep, man, it was deep
(Hell yeah, your fans love you, bro)

Hold on, who this other one from, though?
That's from baby moms and shit, man
(Word? What she talking about?)
You tripping and shit, man
(What she talking about?)
I don't know, man, I don't know what she- I'm 'bout to read this one
(Come on, ahk, man, I ain't get no mail in months, man)
Nah, fuck it, here we go (Aight)
Fuck it, fuck it

Hey, what's up Ran? I know it's been some time now
I've been busy working, now you gone, I'm on my grind now
Your daughter's something else, she got us all here in awe
Your mother said she swears she could have been here before
Maybe another lifetime, I hope you're in your right mind
When this letter reaches you, hope she can call and speak to you
This ain't no beef with you, we can keep it peaceful too
One can only imagine all that horror you sleeping through

Listen, I'm trying to keep it brief with you
But, what you think that we each should do?
The last letter, had to tell you how I felt
This letter, I gotta say I'm seeing someone else
Gotta get it off my chest, maybe now I can rest
And don't you blame me 'cause your situation's a mess
This shit is taking my breath, now I'm at a loss for words
And oh yeah, I might be moving out of Jers'
Huh, you might have got what you deserve
What goes around comes around, in due time you will observe

Huh, you caused me a lot of pain
The man I'm with now would never treat me the same
It's like if you were dead, the way that we speak your name
A lot of 'remember whens', a lot of 'damn, it's a shame'
Well anyway, I wrote this letter on my lunch break
Thanks again for those times that you kept my son straight
He's doing good too, and everyone's great
Hope you keep your mind right for everyone's sake
[Outro: 50 Cent & (Dre)
Wow

Man, yo

Fuck it, man
(Don't even wet it, bro)
Fuck, she gotta tell me some shit like that
I'm 'bout to go the fuck home, man
(I mean, you'll be home soon though, you gotta look at it like that)
I'll tell you, man, I'll tell you, man
(You got your daughter, know what I mean?)
Yeah, you right, you right, you right
(I know, nigga)
You definitely right, you right

Fuck it, man, you right, man
I ain't even... yeah, man, fuck that