Words To My First Born

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These are my words to my firstborn

Can you picture young niggas in a rush to grow?

'Til hard-timers in the pen' had to crush his throat

Probably never even saw it comin'

Too busy bullshittin', caught him with his mouth runnin'

Ain't this a bitch? They got me twisted in this game

The feds and the punk police pointin' pistols at my brain

I wonder if I'm wrong 'cause I'm thugged out

My homies murdered execution style, runnin' in the drug house

What was supposed to be a easy hit

Now shit is flipped,'cause niggas died over bullshit

It's not my dream, I'm seein' pictures of a broken man

No witnesses only the questions of who smoked the man

Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime

Though it ain't logical, we hobble through these tryin' times

Livin' blind—Lord, help me with my troubled soul

Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?

And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer

One love to the thugs in Heaven, I'll see you there

It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned

Help you make it through the storm

My words to my firstborn—feel me!

My words to my firstborn

My words to my firstborn

Since my very first day on this Earth, I was cursed

So, I knew that the birth of a child would make my life worse

And though it hurt me, there was no distortion

'Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions

Quiet your soul, 'cause you know what you had to do

And so did victims of a world they never came to

I understand it's a better day comin'

Sometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end, drivin' with the car runnin'

Blinded, ain't no love in the hood, only hearts torn

Love letters to the innocent and unborn

All the babies that died up on the table

Wasn't able to breathe, 'cause the family wasn't able

Can't blame her, I would do the same

All I could give her was my debt and my last name

'Cause in the game things change, livin' up and down

This hard life got me walkin' with my head down

Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?

But I'll never get to know, so I carry on

It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born

My words to my firstborn—feel me!

My words to my firstborn

Mmm! (Yeah)

These are the words to my firstborn

Hey, nigga, talk to your born!

Talk to your seed, nigga!

Two thousand somethin' somethin' mention a new era

A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear

See, there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt

(What else is it, dawg?) – the velvet and the silk

And makin' sure my kittens got they milk

(Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress

Let my kids know I'm at this

Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll

Ain't no question, is it? Above the Law hustlers

If it's related to chips, homie, we'll handle ya

Yo, although we never take advantage

Though we always into ery'thang

By all means, stack green, gangsta lean

They say money make the world go 'round

So, only associate yourself

With paper chasers and niggas that's truly down

And keep God first

And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts

It's player haters every corner you hit

Touchin' their tits, hella thick, tryin' to get you for yo' grip

I know you stressed-out and fed-up

But come out, gun-blazin', and keep yo' head up

You can call it what you want to, but it ain't gon' change

Above the Law, 2Pac, O.G.'s in this rap game

And we done lived a long hard life

And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights

Y'all, although we grew up corrupted and scorned

We still got a lot of wisdom to give to our firstborn

What you gon' tell your kids, nigga?

Who was you? What was you doin'?

How did you put it down?

These my words to my motherfuckin' firstborn

So, they can know, y'knahmean? Hehehe

Ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' rider

Westside 'til I die, that's all it was

It's a crooked-ass hand they deal a motherfucker

I just played to win, just played to win

Motherfucker gotta bet against the odds, y'knahmean?