[Verse 1]
Analyze the way that I walk, check out my outfit
Notice the bulge in my sweater, it’ll come out quick
I distance myself from n***as that ain’t about shit
My n***as overreact, so don’t let your mouth slip
I’m drinking, thinking, smoking, toking, trying to maintain
That revved me up, now it’s time to put on my A-game
My environment’s paranoid ever since aids came
You fuck around, get real skinny and lose your braids mane
I’m in that California product, got that backwood
My mixtapes are better than most albums, I’m that good
If I thought it, I smoked it, and said it and meant it
No one’s innocent, you either broke the law or you bent it
Home of the cop killers in broke down houses
Your typical influences, no one knows where the child is
[Chorus]
Dear father, I’m asking for your hand
Drag me through all the obstacles that come to a man
Dear father, can you look down on us? Cause lately I’ve been noticing a black cloud on us
Dear father, will you accept me now, if I get caught up slipping, and my heart lets me down
Dear father, I’ve been feeling a lot of pressure, when they know you doing good, they wanna test ya
[Verse 2]
The little kids cry where I’m at, and they gotta carry books
Cause mama used the book bag money to buy crack
Besides that, n***as still hate out they mouth fast
Now look around, there more me’s than Dré from Outkast
The system ain’t shit, we oughta laugh
The police’ll handcuff a n***a then ask for a autograph
You assume that you’re bigger, till I flip out and put the metal on your face like the St. Lunatics n***a
I got my vest - ON. I got my strap - ON
My n***a fall down in the mix, I’m going back - FOR HIM
Now my stats - GROWN, bitches know who I am
I hit the stage, pop the rubber band, and throw en a grand
And- I’m in that tan Lamb, blowing on that green grass
.40-cali’ on me cause the dash got a mean stash
Don’t let the industry him, take over Queens fast
The illest motherfucking team ask
[Chrous]
Dear father, I’m asking for your hand
Drag me through all the obstacles that come to a man
Dear father, can you look down on us? Cause lately I’ve been noticing a black cloud on us
Dear father, will you accept me now, if I get caught up slipping, and my heart lets me down
Dear father, I’ve been feeling a lot of pressure, when they know you doing good, they wanna test ya
[Verse 3]
Whats popping little n***a? Come here - Let me spit in your ear
Don’t you want some of the foul shit that goes on here?
Yeah? - It’ll take some time, so you should pull up a chair
While we - start with them stupid motherfuckers right there
It’s seldom that they’re alone, they’re usually in a pair
They’ll be standing on that corner, two in the morning with that beer
Trying to pitch off some product, to get some gear
And they’re baby mamas still riding the bus, and can barely afford the fare
No replacements in here, we change faces every year
So nobody’ll miss em in the event they disappear
But it wasn’t always like that, they slipped off the right track
Bucked into a road block, on a one-way full of gun play
You bitches want it one day, but I’d rather it be sooner
Keep it dirty in circle, don’t get added to a rumor
And to the average consumer, it might seem harsh
But this is how the bullshit starts
[Chorus]
Dear father, I’m asking for your hand
Drag me through all the obstacles that come to a man
Dear father, can you look down on us? Cause lately I’ve been noticing a black cloud on us
Dear father, will you accept me now, if I get caught up slipping, and my heart lets me down
Dear father, I’ve been feeling a lot of pressure, when they know you doing good, they wanna test ya
