Dear Adonis, I'm sorry that that man is your father.
Let me be honest.
It takes a man to be a man.
Your dad is not responsive.
I look at him and wish your grandpa would've wore a condom.
I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him.
Life is hard, I know.
The challenges always go beat us home.
Sometimes our parents make mistakes
that affect us until we grown.
And you're a good kid that need good leadership.
Let me be your mentor,
since your daddy don't teach you *
Never let a man piss on your leg,
son Either you die right there or pop that man
in the head, son Never fall in the escort business,
that's bad religion Please remember,
you could be a bitch even
if you got bitches Never code switch,
whether right or wrong
You're a black man,
even if it don't benefit your goals
Do some push-ups,
get some discipline Don't cut them corners like your daddy did
* what Ozempic did Don't pay to play with them Brazilians
get a gym membership.
Understand,
don't throw rocks and hide in hands, that's law.
Don't be ashamed about who you with,
that's how we treat your moms.
Don't have
a kid to hide a kid to hide again,
be sure.
5% will comprehend,
but 95 is lost.
Be proud of who you are,
your strength come from within.
A lot of superstars,
that's real, but your daddy ain't one of them,
and you nothing like him.
You'll carry
yourself as king.
Can't understand me right now,
just play this when you 18.
Dear Sandra,
your son got some habits I hope you don't undermine them.
Especially with all the girls that's hurt inside this climate.
You're a woman so you know how it feels to be in alignment.
With emotions hoping a man can see you and not be blinded.
Dear Dennis, you gave birth to a master manipulator.
Even using you to prove who he is is a huge favor.
I think you should ask for more paper, and more paper,
and more, more paper.
I'm blaming you for all his gambling addictions, psychopath intuition,
the man that liked to play victim.
You raised a horrible * person,
the nerve of you,
Dennis.
Sandra, sit down.
What I'm about to say is heavy, now listen.
Your son's a sick man with sick thoughts.
I think niggas like him should die.
Him and Weinstein should get * up in a cell for the rest they life.
He hates black women,
hyper-***ualized them, put kinks up a nympho fetish.
Grew facial hair because he understood a being a beard just fit him better.
He got *** offenders on a hovio that he keep on a monthly allowance.
A child should never be compromised,
need keeping his child around them
And we gotta raise our daughters,
knowing there's predators like him lurking
* a rap battle,
he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose
I've been in this industry 12 years,
I'ma tell y'all one little secret
There's some weird * going on and some of these artists be here to police it
They be streamlining victims all inside of they home and calling them Tinder
Then leak videos, sell themselves to further push their agendas
To any woman that be playing this music,
know that you're playing your sister
Or better yet, selling your niece To the weirdos, not the good ones.
Cat Williams said, give you the truth,
so I'ma give mine.
The embassy bout to get raided too,
it's only a matter of time.
Hey LeBron, keep the family away.
Hey Curry, keep the family away.
To anybody that embody the love for their kids,
keep the family away.
They looking at you too,
if you standing by him.
Keep the family away.
I'm looking to shoot through any pervert that lives.
Keep the family safe.
Dear
baby girl, I'm sorry that your father not active inside your world.
He don't commit to much but it's music,
yeah that's for sure.
He a narcissist, misogynist, living inside his songs.
Try to destroy families rather than taking care of his own.
Should be teaching you timetables or watching Frozen with you.
Or at your 11th birthday,
singing poems with you.
Instead of being Turks paying for *** and popping perks,
examples that you don't deserve,
I want to tell you that you're loved,
you're brave, you're kind, you got a gift to change
the world and can change your father's mind.
Cause our children is the future,
but he lives inside confusion,
money's always been illusion,
but that's the life he's used to,
his father probably didn't claim him neither,
history do repeats itself, sometimes it don't need a reason,
but I would like to say it's not
your fault that he's hiding another child,
give him grace, this the reason I made Mr.
Morale so our babies like you can cope later give you some confidence to go through something.
It's hope later
I never want to hear you chase a man cuz his felt behavior sitting in the club with sugar daddies for validation
You need to know that love is eternity and Trump's our pain.
I tell you who your father is
Just play this song when it rains.
Yes
He's a hit maker songwriter superstar right and the * deadbeat that should never say more life meet the grams
Dear Hibri, I know you probably thinking I wanted to crash your party,
but truthfully I don't have a hating bone in my body.
It's supposed to be a good exhibition within a game,
but you * up the moment you called
out my family's name.
Why you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people?
Guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn't reach you.
And I like to understand cause your house was never a home.
But you showing up as a seven-year-old.
You got gambling problems,
drinking problems, pill popping and spending problems.
Bad with money, whorehouse,
Soliciting women problems.
Therapy's a lovely start,
but I suggest some ayahuasca.
Strip the ego from the bottom.
I try to empathize with you,
cuz I know that you ain't been through nothing.
Crave entitlement,
But wanna be liked so bad that it's puzzling.
No dominance.
Best recap moments when you didn't fit in.
No secret handshakes with your friend.
No culture cachet to binge,
just disrespecting your mother
Identities on the fence,
don't know which family would love you
The skin that you living in is compromised and personas
Can't channel your masculine even when standing next to a woman
You a body shamer,
you go hide them baby mamas ain't ya?
You embarrassed of em,
that's not right, that ain't how mama raised us
Take that mask off,
I wanna see what's under them achievements
Why believe you, you never gave us nothing to believe in
Cause you lied about religious views,
you lied about your surgery
You lied about your accent and your past tense,
all is perjury You lied about your ghostwriters You lied about your crew members
They all pussy, you lied on them I know they all got you in them
You lied about your son You lied about your daughter,
huh You lied about them other kids that's out there hoping that you come
You lied about the only artist that can offer you some help
* a rap battle,
that's a long life battle with yourself