To My [bad word] who brought me in this world
Taught us right [bad word] 

My old dad important to the family [bad word] 
Provider, god,
My moms a queen, that universal team symbalizer
My pops maybe was late but always came home
My moms would put us to bed and she would wait up
Soon as he walk in the door she barking
I turned down to Johnny Carson
Jumped out the bed
We grabbed both his legs
Me and my brother
Not knowing the pain he gave my mother
Night after night, fighting yelling at each other
My papa played the street all day
Mama was either home, at work, while we played inside the hall way
She sacrifices all she got to feed us
When she was alone she cried by the phone peeping out the window heated
But still I didn't see it
Mama hid it from us
We was kids younger
Till we got bigger, on to
Bigger things that we knew what the time was
That daddy was leaving the crib and moms love

Papa was player, player wasn't papa
Papa loved the ladies
Never got enough of
Pretty brown round [bad word] round town (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother what's going down
[Repeat 2x]

So many kids I knew, never knew who Pop was
That's why I show my pop love
He was still around when I popped up
He could have left my moms pregnant
Shook to death but stayed
Watch me crawl till I took my first step, to the first grade
To my first fist fight
Right behind me he would stand
No matter how big or tall he made me fight you like a man
Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your [bad word] and slam
He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches and weed all over my crib him and moms relaxing
Next thing you know he packing
So then I asked him
What's this white [bad word] on that plate and your face?
Papa why you butt [bad word] from the waist
And who's this lady I'm facing
Dark skin you're not my mommy
He grabbed me up [bad word] some smooth words by me
Promised things that he would buy me
If I kept my mouth closed and don't tell mommy
He said one day I'll understand little me
What's in you, is inside me

Papa was player, player wasn't papa
Papa loved the ladies
Never got enough of
Pretty brown round [bad word] round town (Shhhhh)
Don't tell your mother what's going down
[Repeat 2x]

Pop's told me hold my own
Pop's told me value home
Could I help it papa was a rolling stone
Who loved the pretty brown round
Out of town bound
 [bad word] in his jazz band, he's touring
At home I play his latest recordings
And it's strange how, I do my thing now
I'm in the game now
Inherited his brain power
To pull strings and gain power
From weed habits are same now
No white lines to [bad word] to tight rhymes
And beats that be pumping
Before he left he taught me something
child's young years the most important time to be there
That's why he stayed till we grew up, respect is still here
I'm older now see what having a father's about
One day they can be in your life next day they be out
It's not because of you, you know the deal
Him and your moms feel
If they stay together then someone would get killed
I love you still
Always will
Cause that's my [bad word] 
Although you felt you was wrong
I still feel you kid
Life gose on