[Sample Intro]
[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked]
An open letter to my daughters
First Imma apologize for secrets your father hides, put tears in your mama's eyes
Y'all on the opposite side of a bedroom door
You hearing your mama's cries; to say that traumatized you
Would dramatize things, but still, it's fucked up to go through
Like when we were sitting in my car, and I told you
I cheated on your mother, got another women pregnant
And y'all got a baby brother, I feel like such a sucker for fucking up
Rain dropping on top of the beamer
Tears dropping in bottle of Aquafina amounts
No excuses, can't blame it on the fact I'm making music, can't blame it on rap life, it's the choice a nigga chooses
They say be the type of man you want your daughters to be with
Something I thought I agreed with, until I looked in the mirror
Be with somebody way better than me, shit I dropped my bar
Forgive your pops, my daughters
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
I told you I would ride for you, thought I was your prince
Cause' I told you I would die for you, what did I decide to do?
Cheat and lie to you, I'm sure that pain was undeniable
But I can't find any new places for me to hide the truth
Put this on the bible, so I'm closer to God
For kicking you out of a crib that was supposed to be ours
The fight you never should have been in, you vs. the side bitch
Handed you the baggage, but took her on the fly trip
That's a threat, total lack of respect
Even made you feel unattractive, I was average at best
See I put these other hoes in your car, in your bed
My wife in your life, your mind, your head
So she left me, not like I gave her a choice
How could we ever raise kids, I'm busy raising my voice
And I'm trying now to live with myself
How could you forgive me when I ain't learn how to forgive myself
[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked]
An open letter to my daughters
First Imma apologize for secrets your father hides, put tears in your mama's eyes
Y'all on the opposite side of a bedroom door
You hearing your mama's cries; to say that traumatized you
Would dramatize things, but still, it's fucked up to go through
Like when we were sitting in my car, and I told you
I cheated on your mother, got another women pregnant
And y'all got a baby brother, I feel like such a sucker for fucking up
Rain dropping on top of the beamer
Tears dropping in bottle of Aquafina amounts
No excuses, can't blame it on the fact I'm making music, can't blame it on rap life, it's the choice a nigga chooses
They say be the type of man you want your daughters to be with
Something I thought I agreed with, until I looked in the mirror
Be with somebody way better than me, shit I dropped my bar
Forgive your pops, my daughters
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
I told you I would ride for you, thought I was your prince
Cause' I told you I would die for you, what did I decide to do?
Cheat and lie to you, I'm sure that pain was undeniable
But I can't find any new places for me to hide the truth
Put this on the bible, so I'm closer to God
For kicking you out of a crib that was supposed to be ours
The fight you never should have been in, you vs. the side bitch
Handed you the baggage, but took her on the fly trip
That's a threat, total lack of respect
Even made you feel unattractive, I was average at best
See I put these other hoes in your car, in your bed
My wife in your life, your mind, your head
So she left me, not like I gave her a choice
How could we ever raise kids, I'm busy raising my voice
And I'm trying now to live with myself
How could you forgive me when I ain't learn how to forgive myself
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