My Father's Son
Pardon the sign I feel lost in my thoughts
Head is flooded with the rage but see they love that of course
Heard they crying about the teachers and the stuff that they taught
Man I came straight from the bleachers where there's dust off my court
They tell me play fair hurt by all the odds I shoulda stayed there
Fear of having kids and see em grow up in a day care
Like daddy busy all he figured was he ain their
And all I'm tryna do is make sure that they don't rock the same pair
And now figured how my pops must have felt
A dirty hand baby these are all the cards he was dealt
See I'm tryna be a man remain honest to self
I bet it hurts me in the long run tryna pocket the wealth
But it's okay though challenges of life turned me an a whole
Learnt to walk the block I was a day old
Now I caught the payroll splitting out the cheque to cop a Range Rover
I'm reckless with the money but I don't really care though
See a lot has changed since a nigga grew up
Counting money can't afford to screw up
I learnt to tie my shoe up walk the walk if you ain bout it move up
The way these niggas screaming next you'd swear these niggas queued up
I'm in on different type of level that's the thing when you up
See they don't understand the pressure it gon level you up
I mean I'm outchea moving pieces tryna get few stuff
Although it's hard the soldier in me says you gotta boot up
Muted trumpet playing
My observation of this world growing up
They told me black is being hard and we're not meant to show love
Isn't it crazy I never say these words to my moms
Worst of all man I never say these words to my pops
But if actions speak louder than words they say I love you both
I'm glad you still alive pops and yea I'm what you sowed
A splitting image of everything in my father's code
I never knew my grandparents but I trust you know
Whats crazy is I'm busy all the time
Even moved up out the house to get busy with my grind
Shit I'm chillies with rhymes
These niggas see a big fat nigga
And now they think I'm biggie with the lines
See it's silly but at times this shit got me quickies with the dimes
Manager gon feel like Diddy in his prime
But that's off the topic those your character traits
Deeply embedded in my DNA you have to relate
See you raised a gad that's some shit you should be proud of
Persistence in my gene's pops look where I done wound up
Shawties like my voice pop talking bout I sound thug
And shit is so ridiculous I build this from the ground up
I know I never tell you about this music life I live
But I'll forever be your son the goofy sinus kid
Although I out grew a lot of shit it's only right I did
I can't imagine losing you the only life I'd give
Muted Trumpet