Daughters

Check it out I call it Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah I call it “For my brothers with Daughters” I call this “For my brothers with Daughters” I call this “For my brothers with Daughters” I call this “For my brothers with Daughters” [Verse 1] I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age Who locked up, first I regretted it then caught my rage, like How could I not protect her from this awful phase? Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised like A princess, but while I’m on stage I can’t leave her defenseless Plus she’s seen me switching women, pops was on some pimp shit She heard stories of her daddy thuggin’ So if her husband is a gangster can’t be mad, I love her Never, for her I want better, homie in jail- dead that Wait till he come home, you can see where his head’s at Niggas got game, they be tryna live He seen your mama crib, plus I’m sure he know who your father is Although you real, plus a honest kid Don’t think I’m slow, I know you probably had that chronic lit You 17, I got a problem with it She looked at me like I’m not the cleanest father figure but she rocking with it [Hook] For my brothers wit’ daughters I call this, for my brothers’ daughters Yo, not sayin’ that our sons are less important For my brothers wit’ daughters I call this, for my brothers wit’ daughters I call it, not sayin’ that our sons are less important [Verse 2] This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig This social network said “Nas go and get ya kid” She’s on Twitter, I know she ain’t gon post no pic Of herself underdressed, no inappropriate shit, right Her mother cried when she answered Said she don’t know what got inside this child’s mind, she planted A box of condoms on her dresser then she Instagrammed it At this point I realized I ain’t the strictest parent I’m too loose, I’m too cool with her Shoulda drove on time to school with her I thought I dropped enough jewels on her Took her from private school, so she can get a balance To public school, they too nurture teen talents They grow fast One day she’s ya little princess, next day she talking boy business What is this? They say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world God get’s us back, he makes us have precious little girls [Hook] For my brothers wit’ daughters I call this, for my brothers’ daughters Yo, not sayin’ that our sons are less important For my brothers wit’ daughters I call this, for my brothers wit’ daughters I call it, not sayin’ that our sons are less important [Verse 3] And I ain’t tryna mess ya thing up But I just wanna see you dream up I finally understand It ain’t easy to raise a girl as a single man Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons, how fathers feel for they daughters When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa When she date, we wait behind the door with the sawed off Cuz we think no one is good enough for our daughters Love