A Father’s Prayer
作词 : Jayceon Terrell Taylor
作曲 : Jayceon Terrell Taylor
[Verse 1]
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
A lot of niggas gon' be shooting they shot, that's my baby
For my blessing, it's 33 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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
I call it California dream 'cause I'm livin' one
Hollowed up them FNNs and show a nigga sum'
Or you could be my third son, take a pic or sum'
Linin' Budweiser cans up and shoot the blick or sum'
You rolled 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 hands to the cuticles
Rolex at 11, she ain't impressed by the usual
Don't ever disrespect her, overstep that slow
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 2 so she don't date for karats
It's like Ye in Paris, went off in shine town
I'm either walking it down the aisle or walking straight out of trial
**** with me
[Chorus]
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
A Father’s PrayerLRC歌词
作词 : Jayceon Terrell Taylor
作曲 : Jayceon Terrell Taylor
[Verse 1]
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
A lot of niggas gon' be shooting they shot, that's my baby
For my blessing, it's 33 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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
I call it California dream 'cause I'm livin' one
Hollowed up them FNNs and show a nigga sum'
Or you could be my third son, take a pic or sum'
Linin' Budweiser cans up and shoot the blick or sum'
You rolled 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 hands to the cuticles
Rolex at 11, she ain't impressed by the usual
Don't ever disrespect her, overstep that slow
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 2 so she don't date for karats
It's like Ye in Paris, went off in shine town
I'm either walking it down the aisle or walking straight out of trial
**** with me
[Chorus]
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
