Letter To My Son

Please, No pitty for a G

Know I got a son that I barely get to see

I see him for an hour, after that he gotta leave,

On top of that I only get to see him once a week,

Yeah, right, lucky me, well fuck [?] and whoever disagree

I learned a valuable lesson indeed,

But I'm just tryna be the best father I can be

Apparently I'm an unfit father, cause all I know is dope,

And all I got is dirty dollas

But I'm selling dope to help my family get farther

Cause no 9 to 5 is gonna prevent us from starving

I'm sorry Jaylen, I don't get to see ya like I want to

I just want to let you know I want to

If the court grant me visitation then I'm going to,

But you're too young to understand what were goin through

And your momma low down

Shes just doin everything to hurt me right now

Why? cause I don't love her like I used to

So to get back at me she know she gotta use you

And I don't know what else to do

She don't understand that this shit will bruise you too

And now I gotta take the bitch to court

So either way it's a lose lose

I'm writing a letter to my baby, I'm writing a letter to my son,

Tell him things done got to crazy but its not over, its not done

I told your mama I dont love her, It made her trip and now she gone

So I'mma be the better one, I'mma be the better one

But I just wanna see my son

I try talking to the bitch, but she keep using you as a bargaining chip

And I am not the one to be bargaining with

That just make me wanna go and put my palms on that bitch

I swear this shit ain't even right bruh

I ain't even got the chance to change a fuckin diaper

This is what I get for going raw when I piped her

Thinkin that I loved her when I shouldn't of even liked her

But I do not regret ma child

Stupid bitch I just wanna see ma child

Do what you may but you will never make me bow

Fuck child support bitch take me to trial

Why you with this shit cause I ain't read you no vowels?

Bitch move on, me and you ain't working out

So what it matter if I moved to work out

Long as I provide and put food in his mouth

I'm writing a letter to my baby, I'm writing a letter to my son,

Tell him things done got to crazy but its not over, its not done

I told your mama I dont love her, It made her trip and now she gone

So I'mma be the better one, I'mma be the better one

But I just wanna see my son

Matter of fact I in school right now in case the music don't work

And I can put the work down

My momma say this shit sure to work out

All the bullshit I'm going through to see my first child

See his first steps, see his first smile

Hear his first words, teach him how to count

But I guess I've been counted out

Seein' as the bitch don't want me around

When I speak to him he don't recognize the sound

The sound of my voice so he just looks around

I know she enjoys so I suck it up and smile

But fuck this stupid bitch, I just wanna see my child

I'm writing a letter to my baby, I'm writing a letter to my son,

Tell him things done got to crazy but its not over, its not done

I told your mama I dont love her, It made her trip and now she gone

So I'mma be the better one, I'mma be the better one

But I just wanna see my son