What was supposed to be a easy hit, now shit is flipped
They deal a motherfucker, I just played to win
So they can know, y'knahmean? Haha
I understand it's a better day comin' sometimes cat's be sleepin'
On the dead end, drivin' with the car runnin' blinded
Livin' blind, Lord help me with my troubled soul
My words to my first born
And though it hurt me there was no distortion
If it's related to chips, homey we'll handle ya
Attack this, the mack must roll, hood stroll
No witnesses, only the questions of who smoked the man
My words to my first born, "Feel me"
Say a prayer, one love to the thugs in heaven, I'll see you there
And so did victims of a world they never came to
Though it ain't logical we hobble through these tryin' times
Ain't this a bitch, they got me twisted in this game
The velvet and the silk, and makin' sure my kittens got they milk
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime
Y'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned
I know you stressed out and fed up
Touchin' their tits, hella thick, tryin' to get you for yo' grip
Too busy bullshittin', caught him with his mouth runnin'
The world go 'round so only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers
And we done lived a long hard life
'Cause niggaz died over bullshit
These my words to my motherfuckin' first born
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born
Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn
'Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat
Who was you? What was you doin'? How did you put it down?
Love letters to the innocent and unborn
A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear
Ain't nuttin' but a motherfuckin' rider, wessyde 'til I die
And niggaz that's truly down
But I'll never get to know, so I carry on
All I could give it was my debt and my last name
Although we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang
My words to my first born
And keep God first and give thanks for the good times
The feds and the punk, police pointin' pistols at my brain
Two thousand somethin' somethin' it's a new era
Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong?
And right before I put my head on the pillow
That's all it was, it's a crooked-ass hand
It's not my dream, I'm seein' pictures of a broken man
It's player haters every corner you hit
Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to grow?
See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt, what else is it dawg?
Wasn't able to breathe, 'cause the family wasn't able
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned, help you
So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse
You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change
My words to my first born
Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga
My homies murdered execution style runnin' in the drug house
This hard life got me walkin' with my head down
All the babies that died up on the table
Ain't no question is it, above the law hustlers
Yeah, these are the words to my first born
But come out, gun-blazin', and keep yo' head up
Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow?
Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed
As well as when it hurts
Make it through the storm, my words to my first born, "Feel me"
We still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born
Above the law, 2Pac, OG's in this rap game
What you gon' tell your kids nigga?
Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this
By all means, stack green, gangsta lean, they say money make
'Cause in the game things change livin' up and down
Quiet your soul, 'cause you know what you had to do
I wonder if I'm wrong 'cause I'm thugged out
'Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions
And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights
Probably never even saw it comin'
Can't blame her I would do the same
