Letter to My Children

Shut the fuck up when I'm talkin', bitch, you know the rule Broke up rappers way down to the finest molecule What these rappers know 'bout spittin' on these slaps, my nigga? Niggas attempt it, but they shit be soundin' wack, my nigga They rap like two trains collided on a track, my nigga Claimin' credit for the shit we fathered, tryna dap me, nigga The original fashion-forward advocate, dread up in hairstyles that niggas would never think of Pioneered so much shit it be makin' your bitch bug (bitch bug) I'm finally in a place in my life where I'm the happiest Bars full of punishment, when I spit, bitch, I'm the nastiest I'm a different type of creature Request collabs and hit up bars, they start runnin' far from the feature Yeah, thank your mom for the life she gave Beat you up, punchlines that hurt, now you askin' your moms to save ya I'm your daddy when it came to these raps, I'm the one that raised ya The weird child at birth, now you're beggin' for me to change ya So I nurture all of my children so they don't see me as a stranger I teach them how to eat you niggas' food and be the danger I think you niggas need to move from around me, I believe you're safer And I don't negotiate with promoters, nigga, give me my paper Look, could give a fuck where niggas come from I continuously run towards what most you niggas run from Most these niggas scared to rap with me, now, what's the purse bet? Better rethink all your favorites and why I ain't get me a versus yet (versus yet) I'm still waitin', I'm still waitin' From the high you on from the Percocet While I continue givin' niggas beatings and your squad hurts I give you spankings, bitch, don't ever question how a law works I jump into souls of the people and give 'em large spurts When I'm fightin' demons, I be still makin' your mom squirt (squirt) You rap niggas, I ain't hear to pacify ya But while your father's present, I might pass the pacifier You know, off the slokes, I walk right past the fire And end up bein' the one that finds another ass for hire Another nigga lost with all the confused symptoms Let me guide you to the destination, that's your navigation system You're equilibrium fucked up, let me sin to y'all (sin to y'all) Big homie here, let me try to mentor y'all (mentor y'all) Scientist when it comes to the culture Let 'em refill up baskets of rose petals whenever I enter y'all Shit, it's what I'm talkin' 'bout They see greatness and bust a U-turn, and they start walkin' out Employees workin' hard as hell earn what a boss about Fascination with sanitation, I love to toss 'em out My aspiration is to force a route And eliminate any possibility to source your doubt Feed you sickness that swell your foot up like you done caught a gout Throw this money and bag your bitches, cause a coochie drought I'm nice with both hands how I manage Lay up with my left and right like I'm makin' a sandwich My frequency is powerful, niggas should check the bandwidth While I fuck you niggas up and continue takin' advantage Welcome to Dragon Season Where we ball-exam 'em And fuck 'em up for no reason Actually for a lot of reasons To uphold the fundamentals of the culture To uphold the fundamentals of the music To uphold the fundamentals of the art I promise you niggas don't wanna start, hehehehe Cheers