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