Sincerely, Dad

Hi, Anaya, it's your dad

You ain't born yet but you're part of the plan

You ain't born yet, but God's the best of planners

And I hope He gives me just a little bit of guidance

See your daddy made music in the past

See your daddy's at the top of his class

See your daddy lived calm with a mask

Just so he can have a life with you when you're born

Daddy done some things that really weren't the best

Things like weighin' up and baggin' by the fridge

Standin' with Uncle Renny and we're countin' bits

Things like days with Uncle Youngs on the strip

Days with Uncle Soze, baggin' up dark

Baggin' up grade, yeah, where should I start?

Cabin in the Alps, Moncler, Montblanc

At night, I sit outside, I just stare at the stars

'Cause daddy made mistakes and daddy isn't proud

Made mummy cry, yeah, more than couple times

But she always stayed with me even through all of the crimes

It's funny 'cause I wonder what you will look like

And it's funny 'cause the world wonders what I look like

And they're scared of your dad, they think he Suge Knight, but he ain't

Huncholini the 1st, the last, your dad's the greatest

I can imagine you just lookin' like your mum

If anybody troubles you, I'll get my gun

And I'll buss shots, heard they died under sun

Fuck that

In 2012, daddy cried 'cause he was low

2017, daddy stole the show

Mad About Bars, daddy stole the show

Mixtape madness with my dawgs

one of them Uncle Cross, one of them was Uncle Louis

They told me do my thing

that's how real a brother should be

Through the ups and the downs

and the bricks and the pounds

They told me how I shouldn't be

and how I should be, huh

And what I could be (could be, could be)

Mm-hmm, mm-mm, mm-hmm, mm, mm

Your grandpa was a great man

Loved him the same way you love dad

And when we came here, we had nothin'

Yeah, we stayed in hostels, it weren't much

But he put the food there, I love pops

And he said he loves you, that's on God

More than he loves me, that's on God

And he didn't said he's proud of me, not once

But I know that he loves me, I'm his son

Yeah, he found the weed bags and my snub

Yeah, he found my pistol and my drugs

Yeah, he gave me beatdowns, but I'm tough, I respect him

It's all love

I know you love your grandpa, he's number one

what about grandma?

She my soul

Clean and she fed me, just to go school

Just to be a misfit, to think it's cool

Just to be a bad son and a fool

All I can say is that I am

Sorry, mama

Anaya loves you, I know you love her

'Cause I'm her father and she's my angel

Mind made like her, last of the real

Soul survivor, you gave me rope, mountain climber

You gave me hope, soul protector

You hid me, from the inspectors

Aston Martin, like inspector

007, hostile number

Damn, we really made it from the mud

We really made it from the mud

Your daddy made it from the mud

Your daddy made it from the mud

From the mud

Hey son, it's your dad

You're gonna be my little G, top lad

I'm gonna give you things I never had

I'm gonna show you love like I got from your gran'

You can ask Uncle Creen, how I know him

We went to school together, when we were kids

Fast forward thirty plus, he's still here

He can tell you first hand, yeah, daddy's never scared

He can tell you God is who I fear

He can tell you good times and the worst times, I got nicked

I've been to court, how many times in the fed?

Twenty year, he can tell you that this shit ain't worth it

He can tell you that your dad ain't perfect

Bein' imperfect makes us perfect

So be yourself, always, never change your ways

You're my son, but I ain't named you yet

And I'm writin' this now, so you take this in

When you're a man yourself and you get the gist

Of what's real in this life and what really ain't

Tried to be legit, worked with Uncle Nin'

Showed me more than love, than my cousins did

Thank your Uncle Chucks, thank your Uncle Quinc'

They even made this beat, told me, "Write this shit"

Manifest this shit, go and rhyme this shit

'Cause I'm talented and I've mastered this

Now, I'm so legit, that I ain't legit

These feds won't stop, we ain't got their skin

They will try and make you go against your own

Like Uncle Ruckus did

So watch out for these pagans

They come in lots of shapes and lots of forms

2011, job center Huncho, lots of form

Fast forward eight years, they locked Uncle Wyatt

'Cause he shot a guy that was his guy

So please, be aware of all your friends

'Cause what they want for you is not what you want for them

And what they wish on you, you don't wish on them

No, you don't wish on them, oh

We really made it from the mud

Your daddy made it from the mud

Your daddy made it from the mud

From the mud

From the mud, we're made

To the mud, we go

Cherish every day

Like it's your last

You won't ever know

When your mum will go

When your dad will go

When your life could go, go

You won't ever know

You won't ever know, oh-oh, oh, oh

You won't ever know (know, know, know, know)

You won't ever know