Letter 2 The Child Lyrics

Dear young homie

If you're reading this, it's too late

You'll never be able to go back to them days, bumping old Drake

Days you could smile and it be genuine and your laughs were'nt fake

Days you don't get mad for no reason while trying to conversate

You lived a hard life, can't nobody deny it

Just stay focused on your mental, please don't let no hoe fry it

I know you quick to lose your temper and you ain't ashamed to hide it

Just keep your head on the swivel, can't let no fuck nigga try it

You was born in 02, in a city called the AP

Moved to South Africa as a baby, when you turned 4 you came back

Southside tend to get gritty, you always woke up to gats

Trenches real dirty and I ain't talking bout the roaches and rats

On your 8th birthday, stop expecting conversations with daddy

He gon' be there but he'll get distant, he'll come back when he's ready

No male role models, so you gon' look for 'em elsewhere

Please don't fall for the trap, the OG's only love themselves swear

They gon' pretend like they there for you and use you as they soldier

Push you to your limit and beyond over and over

Put you in a game that's designed for you to lose

And as soon as they don't need you, they gon' try and kill you

Pick your head up lil' nigga (that's what they gon' tell you)

Pick your head up lil' nigga (stop being a 'lil bitch)

Pick your head up lil' nigga (homie dust off yo' shoulders)

Pick your head up lil' nigga (just keep on keeping on)

Listen to me lil' homie, and don't take my words wrong

Being a gangster ain't a bad thing, you just doing it wrong

You don't gotta be wildin' out, living your life like them songs

Being a gangster is about your morals, think about them good and long

Being a gangster is about family, you gotta raise them and cherish

Leave them your love and lessons before the day that you perish

Raise you a son and daughter and teach them all that you know

I'm just praying that you read this before the day that we go