Lyrics

[Intro: KXNG Crooked, Carly & Imani] Hey Carly, you want to be famous? No Why not? Fame is overrated Fame is overrated? Fame comes with too many catch-22s And I'd rather just be myself My oldest daughter don't want to be famous What about you, Imani? You want to be famous? Yes! Why? Stability Why else would you want to be famous? I want to make a difference [Verse 1: KXNG Crooked] If I wrote a letter (Letter), gave it to my daughters (Daughters) It would say for starters (Starters), take it from your father Niggas ain't shit (Nah) Most'll break your heart up (Yeah) Try to play the part of somebody they not (Word) See, you got the good guys and hood guys But some of the hood guys are good guys And some of the good guys only look like good guys 'Cause they think your face is the best place to put lies If this is the case, it's time to say your goodbyes Him and his homies at the Mardi Gras See his homies the cemetery groundskeeper He knows where all the bodies are (Yeah), hardy har Laughing behind your back, probably are New niggas, they party hard with they homies Like, more than they women (Real shit) You know what kind of aura it's giving I don't care if he make more than a living You independent, know how to get it Like Zoom, need that boy in a minute Don't get me wrong, your pops know nobody is perfect But if you gon' forget somebody, homie gotta be worth it He take you shopping for purses But he a op on the surface, blocking your purpose Relationships like to stop at the circus Fuck all that clown shit (Yeah) You know you can't settle Find someone extraordinary on your same level (Word) 'Cause ain't nothing plain, but the plain Jane Bezel (For real) I gotta tell the truth (Why?), so I can shame Devil's eye Look at y'all and see phenomenal queens (Yes, yeah-yeah) The kind designed for honorable kings This is just a freestyle to the beat and the drums On the very next one, I gotta speak to my son [Chorus: KXNG Crooked] I just wanna see you smile (That's on my life) You know that you my peace now (That's on my life) This the daddy-daughter freestyle (That's what it is) This the son-father freestyle (That's what it is) Your pops was a street child (In Long Beach) Hanging on the streets wild (In Brooklyn) Did it all, so you can eat now (So you can eat now) Now we eating off of freestyles (Now we eating, baby, ha) [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] In this little letter to my sons, I'm telling y'all have fun (That's what's up) Only one time on this planet you get to be 21 (Y'all live it up) Be leaders, but, follow your gut, it always knows what's up (Word) The playbook for young brown men in America could be tough Yup, some people only see color But some of my white friends I consider my brothers Don't make any excuses, always look for solutions Unapologetically use it, there's never confusion And don't try to be me, know your dad is the coolest When I was young I was smart, so smart I was stupid We all make our mistakes, just try not to repeat them Somebody do you dirty, why try to get even That only makes you dirty, try being the clean one That one gon' take some time, but patience is key son When it comes to these women, there'll be a couple in your life You'll fall in love with them, and maybe wanna be your wife But you honor these ladies, if you have children with these women You father these babies (Yeah), even if you don't end up with them Happiness is like a breeze in the air It comes and goes, just learn to appreciate when it's there And when it blows in another direction, don't get too down on yourself Just soak up the lesson, and put that crown on yourself And remember you kings And if there's ever anything, I mean anything You wanna talk about or ask me, plain old vent Got some shit you wanna run past me, my ears are yours gladly And lastly, I love you- [Chorus: KXNG Crooked] I just wanna see you smile (That's on my life) You know that you my peace now (That's on my life) This the daddy-daughter freestyle (That's what it is) This the son-father freestyle (That's what it is) Your pops was a street child (In Long Beach) Hanging on the streets wild (In Brooklyn) Did it all, so you can eat now (So you can eat now) Now we eating off of freestyles (Now we eating, baby, ha)