Letter to My Son (feat. Cee Lo Green)

Please, no pity for a G

Though I got a son that I barely get to see

I see him for an hour, after that he got to leave

On top of that, I only get to see him once a week

Yeah, right, lucky me

Well, fuck Keltra Pope and whoever disagree

I learned a valuable lesson indeed

But I'm just trying to be the best father I can be

Apparently, I'm an unfit father

'Cause all I know is dope and all I got is dirty dollars

But I'm selling drop to my help my family get farther

'Cause no 9 to 5 is gonna prevent us from starving

I'm sorry Jaylen, I don't get to see you like I want to

I just want to let you know I want to

If the court grant me visitation, then I'm goin to

But you're too young to understand what we going through

And your mama low-down

She just doing everything to hurt me right now

Why? 'Cause I don't love her like I used to

So, to get back at me, she knows she gotta use you

And I don't know what else to do

She don't understand that this shit will bruise you too

And now I gotta take the bitch to court

So either way, it's a lose-lose

I'm writin' a letter to my baby

I'm writin' a letter to my son

Tell 'em things done got too crazy

But it's not over, it's not done

I told your mama I don't love her

It made her trip and now she gone

So I'ma be the better one, I'ma be the better one

But I just wanna see my son

I tried talking to the bitch

But she keep using you as a bargaining chip

And I am not the one to be bargaining with

That just make me wanna go and put my paws on that bitch

I swear this shit ain't even right, bruh

I ain't even got the chance to change your fuckin' diaper

This is what I get for going raw when I piped her

Thinking that I lover her when I shouldn't have even liked her

But I do not regret my child, stupid bitch, I just wanna see my child

Do what you may, but you never make me bow

Fuck child support, bitch, take me to trial

Why you wit' this shit, 'cause I ain't read you no vows?

Bitch, move on, me and you ain't working out

So, what it matter if I move to work out?

Long as I provide and put food in his mouth

I'm writin' a letter to my baby

I'm writin' a letter to my son

Tell 'em things done got too crazy

But it's not over, it's not done

I told your mama I don't love her

It made her trip and now she gone

So I'ma be the better one, I'ma be the better one

But I just wanna see my son

Matter of fact I'm in school right now

In case the music don't work

And I can put the work down

My mama say this shit sure to work out

All the bullshit I'm going through

To see my first child

See his first steps, see his first smile

Hear his first words, teach him to count

But I guess I been counted out

Seeing as the bitch don't want me around

When I speak to him, he don't recognize the sound

The sound of my voice, so he just looks around

I know she enjoys it, so I suck it up and smile

But fuck that stupid bitch, I just wanna see my child!

I'm writin' a letter to my baby

I'm writin' a letter to my son

Tell 'em things done got too crazy

But it's not over, it's not done

I told your mama I don't love her

It made her trip and now she gone

So I'ma be the better one, I'ma be the better one

But I just wanna see my son