A Father's Prayer

[Verse 1] This a open letter to my daughter, nigga This is Hov talking to Rumi and Blue Carter, nigga This is Nas talking to Destiny This Emani and Nip's legacy Beautiful black babies I hope you never meet a nigga like me, but one who treat you like a lady It ain't about the Hermes bag and the Mercedes It's about whenever you cry, he stop you from going crazy Lot of niggas gon' be shooting they shot, that's my baby For my blessing, it's thirty-three seconds, Tracy McGrady Niggas shady, so I gotta protect you, Em and Hailie Tell them disrespectful niggas I polish the semi daily I trust you, I love you, get chills when I touch you Open the 'Rari doors, you hop in, and I hug you Tell you daddy ain't perfect, I did what I had to do And one day I'm gon' explain, Tristan Thompson, the truth [Chorus] Think I'm superhuman, but I'm only human Over my baby, we can get into it Hop out the Bentley coupe while it's still movin' Like, "Nigga, this my daughter, tell me what we doin'" I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I make somebody son cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I make somebody son cry, look [Verse 2] I call it California dream 'cause I'm livin' one Hollowed up them F and Ns and show a nigga some' Or you could be my third son, take a pic or some' Linin' Budweiser cans up and shoot the blick or some' You roll Backwoods, but she don't smoke Her mama grew up in 60s, my nigga, she ain't no joke But don't be cuzzin' my daughter, she ain't no loc And don't be drivin' her brazy, 'cause them are folks So smart, so beautiful, baby hairs to the cuticles Rolex at eleven, she ain't impressed by the usual Don't ever disrespect or overstep, that's law Keep a fresh pack of Magnums, you ain't hittin' that raw You ain't hittin' at all, I told her wait for marriage Iced out since she was two, so she don't date for karats It's like Ye in Paris when North in Shyne town I'm either walking it down the aisle or walking straight out of trial Fuck with me [Chorus] Think I'm superhuman, but I'm only human Over my baby, we can get into it Hop out the Bentley coupe while it's still movin' Like, "Nigga, this my daughter, tell me what we doin'" I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I make somebody son cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I make somebody son cry, look