For my brothers with daughters, I call For my with daughters, I call this For my brothers with daughters, I this For my brothers with
I saw my daughter send a letter to boy her age Who locked up, first I regretted it then my rage, like How could I not protect her this awful phase tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised like A princess, but while I'm on I can't leave her defenseless Plus she's seen me switching women, was on some pimp shit She heard stories of her daddy So if her is a gangster can't be mad, I'll love him Never, for her I want better, homie in dead that Wait till he home, you can see where his head's at Niggas got game, they be live He seen your mama crib, plus I'm sure he know who father is Although you real, a honest kid Don't think I'm slow, I know you probably had chronic lit You 17, I got a with it She looked at me I'm not the cleanest figure but she rocking with it
For my brothers daughters, I call this For my brothers with daughters, I this Not sayin' that our are less important For my brothers daughters, I call this For my brothers daughters, I call this Not that our sons are less important
This morning I got a call, split my wig This social said "Nas go and get ya kid" She's on Twitter, I know she ain't gon no pic Of herself under dressed, no shit, right Her mother cried she answered Said she don't know what got inside this mind, she planted A box of condoms on her dresser she Instagrammed it At this point I I ain't the strictest parent I'm too loose, I'm too with her Shoulda drove on to school with her I I dropped enough jewels on her Took her private school, so she can get a balance To school, they too nurture teen talents They grow fast, one day she's ya princess Next day she boy business, what is this They say the playas and foulest heart breakers in the world God gets us back, he makes us have precious girls
For my brothers daughters, I call this For my brothers daughters, I call this Not sayin' that our sons are less For my brothers with daughters, I call For my with daughters, I call this Not sayin' our sons are less important
And I ain't tryna mess ya up But I wanna see you dream up I finally It ain't easy to a girl as a single man Nah, the way mothers feel for they How fathers for they daughters When he date, he straight, off his own papa she date, we wait behind the door with the sawed off Cause we think no one is good for our daughters