Yeah, yo, let me get the mic, man
Daddy, where you been, man? Damn, I miss you, man
Damn, I called you and called back, damn
Man, when I needed you, but I don't know what happened
The streets probably got you
I heard a lot of different stories, man
This shit is sloppy, what the f*ck is going on
I was a f*cking little boy running around
Trying to find some guidance in this real world
Damn, that shit was hard, I was off guard
Damn, niggas tried to f*ck me up, but I kept my guard up
Nigga, I never ratted pop, no, I never snitched, nigga
And if anybody called me a bitch, nigga, I whipped they ass
Nigga, nigga, I f*cked them up, cause when I was in the streets, man
My step-pop, I looked up to him
He told me, yeah, man, I was a real nigga, man
Mommy, man, she doing good, yeah
She said she don't know what happened
She said you left and you never came back
But maybe you was trying to get that money
You got clapped, but damn
Damn, if I would've knew that, pop
I love you, man, I don't even know what happened, man
Grandma tried to find you