M Huncho - Sincerely, Dad lyrics
[M Huncho - Sincerely, Dad lyrics]
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 you 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 weighin' up and
Baggin' by the fridge
Standin'with Uncle Renny, yeah
We're countin' bit's
Things like days with Uncle
Youngs on the strip
Days with Uncle Soze, baggin' up dark
Baggin' 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 lookin' like your mum
If anybody troubles you, I'll get my gun
And I buss shots, heard they died under sun
Fuck that
In 2012, daddy cried 'cause he was low
2017, daddy stole the show
Mad About Bars, daddy stole the show
Mixin' 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 he loved dad
And when we came here, we had nothin'
Yeah, we stayed in hostels, it weren't much
But he put the food there, I loved 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 beatdowns, 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 me 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
007, 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
Bein' 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 writtin' 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 form
2011, dropped singles, Huncho, lots of form
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
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 you 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 weighin' up and
Baggin' by the fridge
Standin'with Uncle Renny, yeah
We're countin' bit's
Things like days with Uncle
Youngs on the strip
Days with Uncle Soze, baggin' up dark
Baggin' 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 lookin' like your mum
If anybody troubles you, I'll get my gun
And I buss shots, heard they died under sun
Fuck that
In 2012, daddy cried 'cause he was low
2017, daddy stole the show
Mad About Bars, daddy stole the show
Mixin' 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 he loved dad
And when we came here, we had nothin'
Yeah, we stayed in hostels, it weren't much
But he put the food there, I loved 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 beatdowns, 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 me 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
007, 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
Bein' 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 writtin' 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 form
2011, dropped singles, Huncho, lots of form
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