A Father’s Prayer

This a open letter to my daughter, nigga

This is Hov talking to Rumi and Blue Carter, nigga

This is Nas talking to Destiny

This Emani and Nip's legacy

Beautiful black babies

I hope you never meet a nigga like me

But one who treat you like a lady

It ain't about the Hermes bag and the Mercedes

It's about whenever you cry, he stop you from going crazy

Lot of niggas gon' be shooting they shot, that's my baby

For my blessing, it's thirty-three seconds, Tracy McGrady

Niggas shady, so I gotta protect you, Em and Hailie

Tell them disrespectful niggas I polish the semi daily

I trust you, I love you, get chills when I touch you

Open the 'Rari doors, you hop in, and I hug you

Tell you daddy ain't perfect, I did what I had to do

And one day I'm gon' explain, Tristan Thompson, the truth

Think I'm superhuman, but I'm only human

Over my baby, we can get into it

Hop out the Bentley coupe while it's still movin'

Like, "Nigga, this my daughter, tell me what we doin'"

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

So I make somebody son cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

So I make somebody son cry, look

I call it California dream 'cause I'm livin' one

Hollowed up them F and Ns and show a nigga some'

Or you could be my third son, take a pic or some'

Linin' Budweiser cans up and shoot the blick or some'

You roll Backwoods, but she don't smoke

Her mama grew up in 60s, my nigga, she ain't no joke

But don't be cuzzin' my daughter, she ain't no loc

And don't be drivin' her brazy, 'cause them are folks

So smart, so beautiful, baby hairs to the cuticles

Rolex at 11, she ain't impressed by the usual

Don't ever disrespect or overstep, that's law

Keep a fresh pack of Magnums, you ain't hittin' that raw

You ain't hittin' at all, I told her wait for marriage

Iced out since she was two, so she don't date for karats

It's like Ye in Paris when North in Shyne town

I'm either walking it down the aisle or walking straight out of trial

Fuck with me

Think I'm superhuman, but I'm only human

Over my baby, we can get into it

Hop out the Bentley coupe while it's still movin'

Like, "Nigga, this my daughter, tell me what we doin'"

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

So I make somebody son cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

So I make somebody son cry, look