Letter 2 My Son Lyrics

We skipping' the into let's just run it

Letter to my son

If any nigga play with you then best believe they done

I don't wanna hear no but sir we was just havin' fun

'Cause I know when I show up those niggas gonna be stunned

Call me silk the shocker

I'm living by my gun

So now nigga call me Waka

Don't have me come through if I do know I'm tearin' that block up

Tell 'em that ya dad roll around with them shottas

Mek sure deh no yuh fattah is a bomboclot Rasta

And don't worry bout bullies

'Cause you better bully that bully

If that bully got a problem better beat 'em up fully

And if he still comin' then you better take his bitch cookie

Show that pussy nigga that you not no mufuckin' rookie

But stay on ya pivid

Naw for real listen

Don't get caught up with nobody lil bad ass children

keep ya distance don't ever let them see you slippin'

I know you prolly like damn why is dad bitchin'

'Cause you not listenin'

Niggas be hatin' when you is glistenin'

If they make you feel some weight and stress then I'm tippin' 'em

I'm rippin' 'em

Splittin' they shit

Splittin' it quick

Make a nigga hop off his game

'Cause I got the sticks

Turn a nigga to Mary Jane

Yea he in a spliff

Now niggas call me T Wayne

'Cause the flick of my wrist

I'm tron chill, not even tron talk heavy

But just know the love for my son

Runs deep like a Chevy lil bitch

Yeah

You already know what it is D-I-F-M-F

It's ya boy Zaire Hermon

Yeah