Letter to MY Sons

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I tell Alan to tie his shoe up He only five but we can't let these niggas outdo us Plus you're one of mines so they waiting for you to screw up If I could have it my way go round and round like a hula On the hip of a dancer who dancing and blowing hookah 41 thousand feet up, no parachuters Only drink the rarest of wines, kombucha Never see me carry no irons or get too drunk Baby I will give you my life, it isn't too much to a father Who grew up with a father didn't bother, alcoholic and all that Baby I got you I just wrote another will, you, your brother in it Everything I leave is yours, it's just how you spend it And if you get married too early you won't get a penny I ain't trying to run your life, it's just how I'm in it Man [Break] And baby I got you [Verse 2] I tell Mason what's really up You 12 years old man you gotta fuck niggas up You gotta swing hard, let niggas know you ain't bluffing He too big you call me We ain't going for nothing man That's how we really on it and Fuck around and jump somebody's momma in Go to jail, say I did it, yeah I done it and Post bail, all blue faced hundreds yeah Laugh about it over supper clams Shrimps with the mussel damn Hints of the truffle jam You know your mother fucking father got you I better not hear about you claiming PIRU Or cripping All the shit you get in I couldn't envision With my good intention it's yours It's yours