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Daddy, Why they always gotta stop you from getting yo paper?

Well you got people out there that don't wanna see you make it y'know?

They called haters huh?

You Got it!

Fasho!

I'm just the son of my father
A street nigga with dreams bigger than Dre
Raised by his granny taught me how to treat niggas today
Ain't no square pegs inside my circle he taught me the way

My momma taught me to pray said lean on the bible
Know it's hard to praise God when circumstance is your rival
When that street shit was place inside yo heart as a child
And like a lion they done took a nigga out of the wild

I'm tryna cope but Who is Joseph Bleu?
That nigga who quoted scripture but still kept a knife in bible school
No lie had to steal to survive when I was homeless
And sold a lil weed that I got fronted from the homies

No cap, all facts when I touch beats
Praise God I ain't got caught for no felonies
Smart nigga, record clean no rap sheet
Fucx rap beef I'm tryna be a better me but fucx that nigga, ay!

Fucx what you know!
Can't forget a nigga from the West Coast
I remember bacx when I was 10
Nigga prolly kill you from some rims

Came up off what they told me.
Listen closely to elders and held up the ones below me
That's G shit, don't you ever question my loyalty
I keep the code close to my heart like it's poetry

Said you better Tell ya muthafucxin analysts in South Los Angeles
A boy stood on that corner
Not to sell dope or push cannabis the spirit that was handed him,
Said one day he gone blow up

And be the best to ever fucxin do it take his granny out that Buick
Put the whole fam in range rovers,
And if one of ya lame niggas hatin' cuz a youngin' pushin' Daytons
Here's some free game, Citch nigga Grow up

So fucx what ya lil homie told ya
I only poly wit the OGs
Fucx what ya lil homie told ya
I don't care if you don't know me

Cuz, you gone know my name for I leave yeah!
Said, you gone know my name for I leave

Only way is up from here!
Only way is up from here!
And I been grindin' all my years hey!
And know the only way is up from here.

Hey hunny, It's your mom. You know the person that gave birth to you
I was just calling to checx on you and see how you doin'
You know I saw you and your girl on facebook in the benz
And that's real cool you know. I know you out there doin' your thing
And I have every bit of believe that you'r gonna be who God mean't you to be
But I just want you not to get out here and lose yourself
There are things that are gonna come your way. There are people are people
That are gonna look like they're friends when they're actually enemies
And I just want you to know that me and your dad will always be here for you
But just remember one thing
Don't be swervin' in that benz cuz you know you ain't got no license!
Hahaha
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Daddy, Why they always gotta stop you from getting yo paper?

Well you got people out there that don't wanna see you make it y'know?

They called haters huh?

You Got it!

Fasho!

I'm just the son of my father
A street nigga with dreams bigger than Dre
Raised by his granny taught me how to treat niggas today
Ain't no square pegs inside my circle he taught me the way

My momma taught me to pray said lean on the bible
Know it's hard to praise God when circumstance is your rival
When that street shit was place inside yo heart as a child
And like a lion they done took a nigga out of the wild

I'm tryna cope but Who is Joseph Bleu?
That nigga who quoted scripture but still kept a knife in bible school
No lie had to steal to survive when I was homeless
And sold a lil weed that I got fronted from the homies

No cap, all facts when I touch beats
Praise God I ain't got caught for no felonies
Smart nigga, record clean no rap sheet
Fucx rap beef I'm tryna be a better me but fucx that nigga, ay!

Fucx what you know!
Can't forget a nigga from the West Coast
I remember bacx when I was 10
Nigga prolly kill you from some rims

Came up off what they told me.
Listen closely to elders and held up the ones below me
That's G shit, don't you ever question my loyalty
I keep the code close to my heart like it's poetry

Said you better Tell ya muthafucxin analysts in South Los Angeles
A boy stood on that corner
Not to sell dope or push cannabis the spirit that was handed him,
Said one day he gone blow up

And be the best to ever fucxin do it take his granny out that Buick
Put the whole fam in range rovers,
And if one of ya lame niggas hatin' cuz a youngin' pushin' Daytons
Here's some free game, Citch nigga Grow up

So fucx what ya lil homie told ya
I only poly wit the OGs
Fucx what ya lil homie told ya
I don't care if you don't know me

Cuz, you gone know my name for I leave yeah!
Said, you gone know my name for I leave

Only way is up from here!
Only way is up from here!
And I been grindin' all my years hey!
And know the only way is up from here.

Hey hunny, It's your mom. You know the person that gave birth to you
I was just calling to checx on you and see how you doin'
You know I saw you and your girl on facebook in the benz
And that's real cool you know. I know you out there doin' your thing
And I have every bit of believe that you'r gonna be who God mean't you to be
But I just want you not to get out here and lose yourself
There are things that are gonna come your way. There are people are people
That are gonna look like they're friends when they're actually enemies
And I just want you to know that me and your dad will always be here for you
But just remember one thing
Don't be swervin' in that benz cuz you know you ain't got no license!
Hahaha
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Writer: Joseph Stewart Jr., Joseph Stewart Sr., Stephanie Williams
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