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Letter to My Son

Roddy Ricch

Feed Tha Streets III


You know what I'm sayin'?
Just like, pour out the soul

I ain't got no choice, gotta be there for my son (Woo)
I can't put too much pressure on you
know it's lessons for you
I want you to know that you the one
Learnin' the importance of spendin' time at the park
I ain't have a daddy, I ain't know where to start
Yours the main life I want a part in
To make you proud, I'm still tryin' my hardest (Oh-oh-oh)

I finally got a lil' nigga to pour in
I made the promise to start you up more advance
You already watchin', when you older
you gon' start listenin'
To all these values and these morals I'm instillin' in you
Got more realer with myself, so I'm realer with you
Got your mama house on the hill, before you turned two
No, I'm not perfect, took some losses and I made mistakes
I took some time for separation, I just needed space
Gucci'd you down in every body part
Head to toe, I just had to let you know
Jesus Pieces, so you could be just like your pops
Once I start lovin' you, I promise, I ain't never stop
Wanted to be here for your whole life
but I got a heaven clock
I gave you money to keep your riches
not just stress you out
Invest your chicken in some buildings
and some Swiss accounts
I already came from out the street, boy
you ain't missin' out on nothin'

I ain't got no choice, gotta be there for my son (Woo)
I can't put too much pressure on you
know it's lessons for you
I want you to know that you the one
Learnin' the importance of spendin' time at the park
I ain't have a daddy, I ain't know where to start
Yours the main life I want a part in
To make you proud, I'm still tryin' my hardest (Oh-oh-oh)

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