Dear Father

[Verse 1]

Analyze the way that I walk, check out my outfit

Notice the bulge in my sweater, it’ll come out quick

I distance myself from niggas that ain’t about shit

My niggas overreact, so don’t let your mouth slip

I’m drinking, thinking, smoking, toking, trying to maintain

That revved me up, now it’s time to put on my A-game

My environment’s paranoid ever since aids came

You fuck around, get real skinny and lose your braids mane

I’m in that California product, got that backwood

My mixtapes are better than most albums, I’m that good

If I thought it, I smoked it, and said it and meant it

No one’s innocent, you either broke the law or you bent it

Home of the cop killers in broke down houses

Your typical influences, no one knows where the child is

[Chorus]

Dear father, I’m asking for your hand

Drag me through all the obstacles that come to a man

Dear father, can you look down on us? Cause lately I’ve been noticing a black cloud on us

Dear father, will you accept me now, if I get caught up slipping, and my heart lets me down

Dear father, I’ve been feeling a lot of pressure, when they know you doing good, they wanna test ya

[Verse 2]

The little kids cry where I’m at, and they gotta carry books

Cause mama used the book bag money to buy crack

Besides that, niggas still hate out they mouth fast

Now look around, there more me’s than Dré from Outkast

The system ain’t shit, we oughta laugh

The police’ll handcuff a nigga then ask for a autograph

You assume that you’re bigger, till I flip out and put the metal on your face like the St. Lunatics nigga

I got my vest - ON. I got my strap - ON

My nigga fall down in the mix, I’m going back - FOR HIM

Now my stats - GROWN, bitches know who I am

I hit the stage, pop the rubber band, and throw en a grand

And- I’m in that tan Lamb, blowing on that green grass

.40-cali’ on me cause the dash got a mean stash

Don’t let the industry him, take over Queens fast

The illest motherfucking team ask

[Chrous]

Dear father, I’m asking for your hand

Drag me through all the obstacles that come to a man

Dear father, can you look down on us? Cause lately I’ve been noticing a black cloud on us

Dear father, will you accept me now, if I get caught up slipping, and my heart lets me down

Dear father, I’ve been feeling a lot of pressure, when they know you doing good, they wanna test ya

[Verse 3]

Whats popping little nigga? Come here - Let me spit in your ear

Don’t you want some of the foul shit that goes on here?

Yeah? - It’ll take some time, so you should pull up a chair

While we - start with them stupid motherfuckers right there

It’s seldom that they’re alone, they’re usually in a pair

They’ll be standing on that corner, two in the morning with that beer

Trying to pitch off some product, to get some gear

And they’re baby mamas still riding the bus, and can barely afford the fare

No replacements in here, we change faces every year

So nobody’ll miss em in the event they disappear

But it wasn’t always like that, they slipped off the right track

Bucked into a road block, on a one-way full of gun play

You bitches want it one day, but I’d rather it be sooner

Keep it dirty in circle, don’t get added to a rumor

And to the average consumer, it might seem harsh

But this is how the bullshit starts

[Chorus]

Dear father, I’m asking for your hand

Drag me through all the obstacles that come to a man

Dear father, can you look down on us? Cause lately I’ve been noticing a black cloud on us

Dear father, will you accept me now, if I get caught up slipping, and my heart lets me down

Dear father, I’ve been feeling a lot of pressure, when they know you doing good, they wanna test ya