The Game - A Father's Prayer lyrics
[The Game - A Father's Prayer lyrics]
This a open letter to my daughter, nigga
This is Hov talking to Rumi and Blue Carter
Nigga
This is Nas talking to Destiny
This Imani and Nip's legacy
Beautiful black babies
I hope you never meet a nigga like me
But one who treat you like a lady
It ain't about the Hermes
Bag and the Mercedes
It's about whenever you cry
He stop you from going crazy
Lot of niggas gon' be shooting they shot
That's my baby
For my blessing, it's thirty-three seconds
Tracy McGrady
Niggas shady, so I gotta protect you
Em and Hailie
Tell them disrespectful niggas I
Polish the semi daily
I trust you, I love you
Get chills when I touch you
Open the 'Rari doors, you hop in
And I hug you
Tell you daddy ain't perfect
I did what I had to do
And one day I'm gon'
Explain, Tristan Thompson
The truth
Think I'm superhuman, but I'm only human
Over my baby, we can get into it
Hop out the Bentley coupe
While it's still movin'
Like, "Nigga, this my daughter
Tell me what we doin'"
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I make somebody son cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I make somebody son cry, look
I call it California dream
'cause I'm livin' one
Hollowed up them F and Ns
And show a nigga some'
Or you could be my third son
Take a pic or some'
Linin' Budweiser cans up and shoot
The blick or some'
You roll Backwoods, but she don't smoke
Her mama grew up in 60s, my nigga
She ain't no joke
But don't be cuzzin' my daughter
She ain't no loc
And don't be drivin' her brazy
'cause them are folks
So smart, so beautiful
Baby hairs to the cuticles
Rolex at eleven
She ain't impressed by the usual
Don't ever disrespect or overstep
That's law
Keep a fresh pack of Magnums
You ain't hittin' that raw
You ain't hittin' at all
I told her wait for marriage
Iced out since she was two
So she don't date for karats
It's like Ye in Paris when
North in Shyne town
I'm either walking it down the aisle
Or walking straight out of trial
Fuck with me
Think I'm superhuman, but I'm only human
Over my baby, we can get into it
Hop out the Bentley coupe
While it's still movin'
Like, "Nigga, this my daughter
Tell me what we doin'"
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I make somebody son cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I make somebody son cry, look
This is Hov talking to Rumi and Blue Carter
Nigga
This is Nas talking to Destiny
This Imani and Nip's legacy
Beautiful black babies
I hope you never meet a nigga like me
But one who treat you like a lady
It ain't about the Hermes
Bag and the Mercedes
It's about whenever you cry
He stop you from going crazy
Lot of niggas gon' be shooting they shot
That's my baby
For my blessing, it's thirty-three seconds
Tracy McGrady
Niggas shady, so I gotta protect you
Em and Hailie
Tell them disrespectful niggas I
Polish the semi daily
I trust you, I love you
Get chills when I touch you
Open the 'Rari doors, you hop in
And I hug you
Tell you daddy ain't perfect
I did what I had to do
And one day I'm gon'
Explain, Tristan Thompson
The truth
Think I'm superhuman, but I'm only human
Over my baby, we can get into it
Hop out the Bentley coupe
While it's still movin'
Like, "Nigga, this my daughter
Tell me what we doin'"
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I make somebody son cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I make somebody son cry, look
I call it California dream
'cause I'm livin' one
Hollowed up them F and Ns
And show a nigga some'
Or you could be my third son
Take a pic or some'
Linin' Budweiser cans up and shoot
The blick or some'
You roll Backwoods, but she don't smoke
Her mama grew up in 60s, my nigga
She ain't no joke
But don't be cuzzin' my daughter
She ain't no loc
And don't be drivin' her brazy
'cause them are folks
So smart, so beautiful
Baby hairs to the cuticles
Rolex at eleven
She ain't impressed by the usual
Don't ever disrespect or overstep
That's law
Keep a fresh pack of Magnums
You ain't hittin' that raw
You ain't hittin' at all
I told her wait for marriage
Iced out since she was two
So she don't date for karats
It's like Ye in Paris when
North in Shyne town
I'm either walking it down the aisle
Or walking straight out of trial
Fuck with me
Think I'm superhuman, but I'm only human
Over my baby, we can get into it
Hop out the Bentley coupe
While it's still movin'
Like, "Nigga, this my daughter
Tell me what we doin'"
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I make somebody son cry
I can't see it comin' down my eyes
So I make somebody son cry, look