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Don Trip
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Letter To My Son
You took away the sound The touch, the smell My sight to see your smile Oh
Please, no pity for a G Though I got a son that I barely get to see I see him for a hour, after that, he gotta leave And on top of that I only get to see him once a week
Yeah, right, lucky me Well, fuck Keltra Pope and whoever disagree I learned a valuable lesson indeed But I'm just trying be the best father I could be
Apparently I'm a unfit father 'Cause all I know about is dope and all I got is dirty dollars But I'm selling dope to help my family get farther 'Cause no 9-5 is gon' prevent us from starving
I'm sorry Jalen, I don't get to see you like I want to I just wanna let you know I want to If the court grant me visitation then I'm going to But you too young to understand what we goin' through
And your momma low down She just doing everything to hurt me right now Why? 'Cause I don't love her like I use to So to get back at me she know she got to use you
And I don't know what else to do She don't understand it, 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 too crazy But it's not over, it's not done
I told your mama I don't love her It made her trip and now she gone So I'ma be the bad one, I'ma be the bad one But I just wanna see my son
I tried 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 paws on that bitch
I swear this shit ain't even right, bruh Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I ain't even got the chance to change your fucking diaper This is what I get for going raw when I piped her Thinking that I loved her when I shouldn't have even like her
But I do not regret my child Stupid bitch, I just wanna see my 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 vows? Bitch, move on me and you ain't working out So what's it matter that 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 too crazy But it's not over, it's not done
I told your mama I don't love her It made her trip and now she gone So I'ma be the bad one, I'ma be the bad one But I just wanna see my son
Matter of fact, I'm in school right now '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 Seeing 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 the 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 too crazy But it's not over, it's not done
I told your mama I don't love her It made her trip and now she gone So I'ma be the bad one, I'ma be the bad one But I just wanna see my son
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