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I saw my daughter send a letter to boy her age Who locked up, I regretted it then caught my rage, like How could I not protect her this awful phase Never tried to hide who I was, she was and raised like A princess, but while I'm on I can't leave her defenseless Plus she's seen me women, pops was on some pimp shit She heard stories of her daddy So if her husband is a can't be mad, I'll love him Never, for her I want better, homie in dead that Wait till he home, you can see where his head's at got game, they be tryna live He seen your mama crib, plus I'm he know who your father is Although you real, a honest kid Don't think I'm slow, I know you probably had chronic lit You 17, I got a problem it She looked at me like I'm not the Father but she rocking with it
For my with daughters, I call this For my brothers with daughters, I this Not sayin' that our sons are important For my brothers daughters, I call this For my brothers daughters, I call this Not sayin' that our sons are less
morning I got a call, nearly split my wig This social said "Nas go and get ya kid" She's on Twitter, I know she ain't gon no pic Of herself under dressed, no shit, right Her cried when she answered Said she don't what got inside this child's mind, she planted A box of on her dresser then she Instagrammed it At point I realized I ain't the strictest parent I'm too loose, I'm too with her Shoulda drove on time to with her I I dropped enough jewels on her her from private school, so she can get a balance To public school, they too teen talents They grow fast, one day she's ya princess Next day she boy business, what is this They say the coolest playas and foulest breakers in the world God gets us back, he us have precious little girls
For my brothers with daughters, I call For my brothers daughters, I call this Not sayin' that our sons are less For my brothers daughters, I call this For my brothers daughters, I call this Not sayin' our sons are less important
And I ain't tryna ya thing up But I wanna see you dream up I finally It ain't easy to raise a girl as a 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