P.T

I'm boutta harmonize so you can feel my pain on this beat
She took my father off this Earth, he was too deep in these streets
He lost his life today she caught him lacking without the heat
She took his life away so now my father and god gone meet

And it huuuuurts to say that I will never see you again
When I loooooook into the sky I hear your voice in the wind
Even thooooough we never had the greatest relationship
I know youuuuu would never let nobody hurt me for shit

I swear that crazy bitch gone go to jail
And if she don't then imma send that crazy bitch to hell
I know that stupid bitch don't got no money for her bail
And I know she can't read the letters she get in the mail

But you hear the lyrics when I'm speaking
Bout my father I be preaching
For the streets you was my teacher
Even though you didn't teach me

Growing up I used to watch you busting traps, selling crack
Every dollar that you made you rubber band and let it stack
Everyday you hit the corner trynna flip a couple packs
You watch over me in heaven while I'm spitting on these tracks

You made mistakes throughout ya life but you still kept it a bean
Yeah I know you caught a couple bodies used to run the streets
You was selling everything, my father had to get the green
But you only did that shit so you could feed ya family

Keep a mac, double strapped yeah my pop stayed on attack
Niggas tried to catch him slipping with the K, he had the tech
You was eating bullets you ain't even having a fucking vest
Triple threat, I don't know how that bitch stabbed you in the neck

Dad I promise imma put me and my brothers on the map
On the grind I won't ever sleep, I can't take a nap
Imma take my mother out the hood I put that on my dad
I can't ever let nobody catch me lacking I stay strapped

Once again Rest In Peace my dad I gotta hold it down
Imma make sure that my mother happy I can't see her frown
And I promise imma make you proud I won't let you down
And to my brothers if y'all ever need me I'm always around