Father & Son
I used to wanna enroll in college
And be a student
I used to wanna dribble the ball
And be a hooper
I used to wanna make honor roll
I need a tudor
Influenced by community
Now imma trained shooter
I was actin foolish
Hangin' bangin' with the homies stupid
Mama raised a good kid
But I wanted gucci
Started young
I was stealin out my granny louis
By 13 every day i had to pack a toolie
Wit the foolies
Passin ticket stubs
We at da movies
And just like that
Got yo ass stuck in juvie
Me & ya momma
Puttin' food on the table
Really raised you in the church
Made a way so you was able
Sorry daddy you did everything to help us
But them crips by the stop sign
Made me feel welcome
Came wit open arms
Used to think you had a job
Whole time you
Was fuckin round
Cheatin on my mom
Who you cussin at
Lil nigga better get in tact
Did everything
To put latest fashion on ya back
Worked overtime
So the bowls could fill with apple jacks
This how you fuckin pay me back
Look daddy I tried my best to get A's
But da big homie had fresh cars fresh jays
Face tats blue rubber bands
Wit 9 braids
Took me up under his wing
Even gave me his name
Yo name nigga
Last name be yo legacy
Hustle take care of lil sister and granny needs
I can't believe
I can't believe this shit
I can't believe every thing I worked for
Going down da fuckin drain
Cuz you wanna be a thug more
Coulda been a better father
I coulda worked more
It wouldn't be a uproar
Look pops no need to pay ya debt
You choose to run the streets
I choose to bang da set
You choose pretty light skin
With the good ass sex
I choose this blue flag
Pass da mac and the tech
Son
I pray you get cha life together
Cuz one day ain't gon' be one day
When da judge slam da gavel
Can't press replay
Can't say sorry
Ain't hearing shit chu say
Appreciate every thing you did for me
But i gotta be man
Gotta narrate my own story
Really gotta squab everything
In my own glory
Never tell
Never rat
Or I'm cold turkey
Look son
I'll never judge
I only love
You
Put down da gun
Life on da run
That ain't what want for you
Daddy love u
Mama love u
And yo granny too
Just come home get it right
You need night
Sleep here
It be iight
Let's take flight
Show you sumn
Bring you to light
You my lil nigga
I love you, you wit me for life
Hello, son son
And be a student
I used to wanna dribble the ball
And be a hooper
I used to wanna make honor roll
I need a tudor
Influenced by community
Now imma trained shooter
I was actin foolish
Hangin' bangin' with the homies stupid
Mama raised a good kid
But I wanted gucci
Started young
I was stealin out my granny louis
By 13 every day i had to pack a toolie
Wit the foolies
Passin ticket stubs
We at da movies
And just like that
Got yo ass stuck in juvie
Me & ya momma
Puttin' food on the table
Really raised you in the church
Made a way so you was able
Sorry daddy you did everything to help us
But them crips by the stop sign
Made me feel welcome
Came wit open arms
Used to think you had a job
Whole time you
Was fuckin round
Cheatin on my mom
Who you cussin at
Lil nigga better get in tact
Did everything
To put latest fashion on ya back
Worked overtime
So the bowls could fill with apple jacks
This how you fuckin pay me back
Look daddy I tried my best to get A's
But da big homie had fresh cars fresh jays
Face tats blue rubber bands
Wit 9 braids
Took me up under his wing
Even gave me his name
Yo name nigga
Last name be yo legacy
Hustle take care of lil sister and granny needs
I can't believe
I can't believe this shit
I can't believe every thing I worked for
Going down da fuckin drain
Cuz you wanna be a thug more
Coulda been a better father
I coulda worked more
It wouldn't be a uproar
Look pops no need to pay ya debt
You choose to run the streets
I choose to bang da set
You choose pretty light skin
With the good ass sex
I choose this blue flag
Pass da mac and the tech
Son
I pray you get cha life together
Cuz one day ain't gon' be one day
When da judge slam da gavel
Can't press replay
Can't say sorry
Ain't hearing shit chu say
Appreciate every thing you did for me
But i gotta be man
Gotta narrate my own story
Really gotta squab everything
In my own glory
Never tell
Never rat
Or I'm cold turkey
Look son
I'll never judge
I only love
You
Put down da gun
Life on da run
That ain't what want for you
Daddy love u
Mama love u
And yo granny too
Just come home get it right
You need night
Sleep here
It be iight
Let's take flight
Show you sumn
Bring you to light
You my lil nigga
I love you, you wit me for life
Hello, son son
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Writer(s): Kameron Small
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