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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 give you 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 weighing up and bagging by the fridge Standing with Uncle Renny, yeah, we're counting bits Things like days with Uncle Youngs on the strip Days with Uncle Soze, bagging up dark Bagging 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 looking like your mum If anybody troubles you, I'll get my gun And I'll buss shots, heard they died under sun Fuck that 2012, daddy cried 'cause he was low 2017, daddy stole the show Mad About Bars, daddy stole the show Mixing 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 who 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 none 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 beat downs, but I'm tough, I respect him It's all love I know you love your grandpa, he's number one But 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 be a bad son and a fool All I can say is that, yeah Sorry, momma 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 realm Soul survivor, you gave me rope, mountain climber You gave me hope, soul protector You hid me, from the inspectors Aston Martin, like inspector Double O seven, 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 shit ain't worth it He can tell you that your dad ain't perfect Being 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 writing 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 Rockas did So watch out for these paigons They come in lots of shapes and lots of forms 2011, dropped singles, Huncho, lots of forms 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
Writer(s): Jugraj Nagra, Quincy Ferreira, Darius Rameshni, Mohammed Hassan, Conor Mulcahy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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