Key: A minor•
Intro 1
Am
G
Verse 1
I'm sorry that that man is your father,
your dad is not responsive
woulda wore a condom
and then stand behind him
Life is hard, I know,
Let me be your mentor since
Am
G
Never let a man piss on your leg, son
Am
G
Either you die right there or pop
that man in the head, son
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Never fall in the escort business,
that's bad religion
you could be a bitch even if you got bitches
G
Never code-switch, whether whether right or wrong,
you a Black man
Am
G
Even if it don't benefit your goals,
do some push-ups, get get some discipline
Don't cut them corners like your daddy did,
Don't pay to play with them Brazilians,
Understand, no throwin' rocks and hidin' hands,
that's law
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G
Don't be ashamed 'bout who you wit',
Am
G
that's how he treat your moms
Don't have a kid to hide a kid to hide again,
Am
be sure
Five percent will comprehend,
Be proud of who you are,
your strength come from within
Am
G
Lotta superstars that's real,
but your daddy ain't one of them
And you nothin' like him,
Can't understand me right now? Just
Interlude 1
play this when you eighteen
Am
G
Verse 2
Your son got some habits,
I hope you don't undermine them
Especially with all the girls
that's hurt inside this climate
You a woman, so you know how
With emotion, hopin' a man can
Dear Dennis, you gave birth to
who he is is a huge favor
and more paper
Psychopath intuition,
the man that like to play victim
You raised a horrible fuckin' person,
the nerve of you, Dennis
Am
Sandra, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy,
now listen
G
Mm-mh, your your son's a sick man with sick thoughts,
I think niggas like him should die
Him and Weinstein should get fucked
up in a cell for the rest they life
He hates Black women,
Am
hypersexualize 'em with kinks of a nympho fetish
Grew facial hair because he understood
He got sex offenders on ho-VO that
that he keep on a monthly allowance
A child should never be compromised
and he keepin' his child around them
And we gotta raise our daughters knowin'
Fuck a rap battle,
G
he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose
I been in this industry twelve years,
I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret
Am
G
It's some weird shit goin' on and some
of these artists be here to police it
They be streamlinin' victims all inside of
Then leak videos of themselves to
To any woman that be playin' his music,
know that you're playin' your sister
Or better yet sellin' your niece,
to the weirdos, not the good ones
Katt Williams said,
"Give you the truth," so I'ma get mines
it's only a matter of time
hey, Curry, keep the family away
To anybody that embody the love for they kids,
keep the family away
They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him,
keep the family away
Am
I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives,
Interlude 2
keep the family safe
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Dear baby girl
Verse 3
G
I'm sorry that your father not
Am
G
active inside your world
He don't commit to much but his music,
Try destroy families rather than
Should be teachin' you time tables
G
Am
Instead, he be in Turks payin' for sex and poppin'
Percs, examples that you don't deserve
I wanna tell you that you're loved,
'Cause our children is the future,
Am
G
but he lives inside confusion
but that's the life he's used to
claim him neither
History do repeats itself,
sometimes it don't need a reason
Am
But I would like to say it's not your fault
this the reason I made Mr. Morale
Give you some confidence to go through somethin',
Am
G
it's hope later
I never wanna hear you chase a man
'cause his failed behavior
daddies for validation
eternity and trumps all pain
I'll tell you who your father is,
just play this song when it rains
Am
G
Yes, he's a hitmaker, songwriter, superstar,
right
And a fuckin' deadbeat that should never say,
"More life"
Verse 4
G
Dear Aubrey
I know you probably thinkin'
I wanted to crash your party
But truthfully, I don't have a
hatin' bone in my body
This supposed to be a good
But you fucked up the moment you
G
Am
called out my family's name
discredit some decent people?
Guess integrity is lost when
the metaphors doesn't reach you
Am
And I like to understand 'cause your house
was never a home
Thirty-seven,
You You You got gamblin' problems, drinkin' problems,
pill-poppin' and and spendin' problems
Bad with money,
whorehouse
Solicitin' women problems,
therapy's a lovely start
I try to empathize with you 'cause I know
that you ain't been through nothin'
Am
G
Crave entitlement, but wanna be
liked so bad that it's puzzlin'
Am
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No dominance,
Am
let's recap moments when you didn't fit in
No secret handshakes with your friend
just disrespectin' your mother
Identity's on the fence,
don't know which family will love ya
when standin' next to a woman
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You a body shamer, you gon' hide
them baby mamas, ain't ya?
that ain't how mama raised us
Take that mask off,
Am
G
I wanna see what's under them achievements
us nothin' to believe in
you lied about your surgery
You lied about your accent and your past tense,
all is perjury
You lied about your ghostwriters, you
lied about your crew members
know they all got you in 'em
you lied about your daughter, huh
You lied about them other kids that's
out there hopin' that you come
You lied about the only artist that
can offer you some help
Outro 1
this a long-life battle battle with yourself
Am
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