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