| My man used to sling to his mother
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| Took a couple dollars off so she ain’t think he don’t love her
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| I said damn son your pops don’t care? |
| He said «Son, I don’t know»
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| My father been in and outta Rikers since I was 9 years old
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| He passed me the L and then continued to bag snow
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| I pictured myself in his shoes and took a drag slow
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| His mother came in the room with seven singles
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| He gave her a bag of stones, her face said heaven sent you
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| I was 14, known as a mixture of straight scheming and debate teaming
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| A tug of war to break me even, I was weaving through what was intended and what
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| was a given
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| Where it’s easy to jump in the rhythm and fuck with the vision
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| Been forever since we kicked it, last thing I heard is he was bidding
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| They got him infinity number dripping
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| The juxtaposition of what the allure be
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| They placed him with his pops so now gets to tell his father the story
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| All my friends who got a son with their ex
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| I tell them right off the deck
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| Go and get your son when he turns 10
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| And all the women I know who know what’s best
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| And the way that this shit is set
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| Give that boy up when he turns 10
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| I applaud you for thuggin' it
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| Never wavering how you loving him
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| But now it’s daddy’s turn to run with him
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| So if you got a son with you ex
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| I tell you right off the deck
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| Go and get your son when he turns 10
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| I was 10 when I moved from Crown Heights to the Stuy
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| Took me from Ebbets Field to up the block from B. I
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| My mother said yo you’ve hit an age where you’re bout to feel a change
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| And as a woman there’s only so much I can demonstrate
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| At first I ain’t get it, young and innocent, blind fold the differences
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| Penning and dribbling over 1010 skinnies and bigger reluctance
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| My father was always around but at 10 it adjusted
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| And all the layers that it comes with
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| Like a man can’t teach a girl how to be a woman
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| And a woman can’t teach a boy how to be a man
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| So like Tre and them, my dad made the call to moms
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| She said you wanted him you got him and my corner evolved
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| So when a block party’s jumping
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| And my friends moms pulled me aside like talk to him, maybe your aura can touch
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| him
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| I get it, but really though I’m just funneling this tradition down
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| From back when I turned 10 to the shit I give you now
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| All my friends who got a son with their ex
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| I tell them right off the deck
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| Go and get your son when he turns 10
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| And all the women I know who know what’s best
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| And the way that this shit is set
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| Give that boy up when he turns 10
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| I applaud you for thuggin' it
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| Never wavering how you loving him
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| But now it’s daddy’s turn to run with him
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| So if you got a son with you ex
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| I tell you right off the deck
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| Go and get your son when he turns 10
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| I know a girl who I told this all to
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| Homey of mine, heard it and felt it was all true
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| Told me her only problem is that if she can’t find him
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| Then how can she realign him with her son like fuck is she 'sposed what to do?
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| I told her what you do, is show him what you’re down for
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| Keep wearing the pants and never let him take his crown off
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| Never let him become the mu’fucker he came from
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| Don’t let that define him, there’s still time to save son, but otherwise
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| You got a son with you ex
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| I tell you right off the deck
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| Go and get your son when he turns 10
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| And all the women I know who know what’s best
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| And the way that this shit is set
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| Give that boy up when he turns 10
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| I applaud you for thuggin' it
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| Never wavering how you loving him
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| But now it’s daddy’s turn to run with him
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| So if you got a son with you ex
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| I tell you right off the deck
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| Go and get your son when he turns 10 |