(Intro)
It's for them n***as, with kids
Feel me? It's a lot goin' on
Let's talk about it, ya feel me?
Aye
(Hook x2)
My momma said 'son, yo daddy's missin'
Damn, momma, that's someone you don't need to mention
You feed my soul and you clean the dishes
I'm just a song with a lot of cloud
A.k.a. a fatherless child
(Verse)
My daughter woke me up and said 'daddy, I luv ya'
Don't want nuttin' from ya, just wanna kiss and hug ya
Kiss and hug her back, you always here
Don't come and go as you want to
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I got yo back no matter the situation that confront you
We a perfect match, a lot of daughters don't have fathers
Stick around to have bad fathers
Lacking education, don't even take 'em to cla** fathers
No mr. Potato-Head, f** around and just masked fathers
Always in the can, piece of trash fathers
But then you got people like brothers, sons
Stuck around, s**ed it up, a lil' different than my uncle was
My percent is a hundid plus, lot of fathers in the cuffs
Decisions that they make in life s**
Till they daughters bein' touched
Now you don't look so tough
Nuttin' that you can do because you're stuck
Life is rough, but you knew that from the jump
And the beat express the wounds, but the lyrics uncut
This for every kid in the world that need luv
Truly yours, uncle Suts
(Hook x2)
My momma said 'son, yo daddy's missin'
Damn, momma, that's someone you don't need to mention
You feed my soul and you clean the dishes
I'm just a song with a lot of cloud
A.k.a. a fatherless child
(Verse)
I don't know if ya noticed, I'm tryna be as perfect as Joseph
From prom to the weddin' I'm bringin' you roses
This luv is explosive, I'll bring it in doses
Brought you in and I owe you as long as you are my child
Continue to show you, you too young to understand
What I be spittin' these vocals
Why get defensive when different n***as approach you?
So many playas in the game, guess I'm here to just coat you
And I want you to see it all, become distant from local
I can't forget about my sons cause I am one
I guess my father cracked under the gun
Misdirection weighs a ton
Pregnancy test like a felony; got n***as on the run
Child support got 'em scared to get a job, taking funds
My momma did it on her own
Guess God sent me from a stork
I mean let my father live, didn't even take him to court
No marriage, no divorce, just needed moral support
I grew to be a man from GOD and the G's in the sort
(Hook x2)
My momma said 'son, yo daddy's missin'
Damn, momma, that's someone you don't need to mention
You feed my soul and you clean the dishes
I'm just a song with a lot of cloud
A.k.a. a fatherless child