Words 2 My Firstborn - Album Version (Edited)

Yeah these are my words to my firstborn

You know what time it is, these are

My words to my firstborn

Nothin' left to hear

Now, can you picture

Young niggas in a rush to grow

Till hard timers in the pen

Had to crush his throat

Probably never even saw it comin'

- too busy bullshittin'

Caught him with his mouth runnin'

Ain't this a bitch

They got me twisted in this game

The Feds and the punk police

Pointin' pistols at my brain

I wonder if I'm wrong 'cause I'm thugged out

My homies murdered execution style runnin'

In the drug house

What was supposed to be a easy

Hit - now shit is flipped

'Cause niggas died over bullshit

- inside my dream

I'm seein' pictures of a broken man

No witnesses

Only the questions of who smoked the man

Young adolescents

In our prime live a life of crime

Though it ain't logical

We hobble through these tryin' times

Livin' blind

Lord help me with my troubled soul

Why all my homiez had to die

Before they got to grow

And right before I put my head on the pillow

Say a prayer one love

To the thugs in heaven I'll see you there

It's written for the young and

Dumb that wasn't warned

Help you make it through the storm

My words to my firstborn, feel me

My words to my firstborn

My words to my firstborn

Since my very first day on this earth

I was cursed so I knew

That the birth of a child

Would make my life worse

And though it hurt me there was no distortion

'Cause wild seeds can't grow

We need more abortions quiet your soul

'cause you know what you had to do

And so did victims of a

World they never came to

I understand it's a better day comin'

Sometimes cats be sleepin' on the dead end

Drivin' with the car runnin' blinded

Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn

Love letters to the innocent and unborn

All the babies that died up on the table

Wasn't able to breathe

'cause the family wasn't able

Can't - blame her I would do the same

All I could give it was my

Debt and my last name

'Cause in the game things change

Livin' up and down

This hard life got me walkin'

With my head down

Flashin' frowns wasn't meant to be

Was I wrong?

But I'll never get to know, so I carry on

It's written for the young and

Dumb that wasn't born

My words to my firstborn feel me

My words to my firstborn

My niggas Nutt-So up in this bitch

These are the words to my firstborn

Hey nigga talk to your born

Talk to your seeds

I'm just another thug nigga trapped

Up in this ghetto life an endless hustle

Strugglin' tryin' to settle right

And doin' dirt ain't savin' me

But the streets is the only thing payin' me

Feel me

Runnin' with G's, stackin' G's, packin' heat

Mob life 'til these mothafuckas wack me

Stackin' greenary, thuggin' 'til I die

Pickin' up so much J, I'm gettin' high

Got the feds on me

And they label me a bad Crip

Thinkin' I'm the reason why this

Nigga got his head took

On the run, now daddy got to pack a gun

'Cause these niggas wanna make

You the last one about these riches

These jealous bitches done think you

Gon' be sellin' through

Welcome to life, and if I die

Remember that it is all love

When I'm by your side

Every night, don't be a loser

Choose your dreams through your things

Go solo 'cause these ho-hoes will twist

You up like shoe strings open your eyes

Don't let these haters get you

Roll up and diss you

My words to my firstborn

Words to my mothafuckin' seeds, you feel me

Nigga don't know what's goin' to happen

Until tomorrow and the next day

You're fuckin' here today, be gone tomorrow

I done seen it happen, motherfucker get two

Put to his head he no longer exists

That's what I'm talkin' about

What you gon' tell your kids nigga?

Who was you? What was you doin'?

How did you put it down?

These my words to my motherfuckin' firstborn

So they can know, ya know I mean? Hehehe

Ain't nuttin' but a motherfuckin' rider

Westside 'til I die that's all it was

It's a crooked-ass hand they

Deal a motherfucker

I just played to win, just played to win

Motherfucka gotta bet agains' the odds

Ya know I mean?

Rollin' with mothafuckin' dice

Sometimes you get 7 or 11

Sometimes you leave the crap out

That's all the chance a motherfucka can

Take when you're rider though

'Cause these are my words

To my mothafuckin' firstborn

Me and my nigga Nutt-So, represtentin' the

Thugs, all over this mothafucka, worlwide

You know what time it is

All the abortion clinics, all the

Baby's that died in miscarriage

You know what time it is we out this bitch