Chubby Jag - Letter To My Fathers k**er lyrics

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Chubby Jag - Letter To My Fathers k**er lyrics

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag] Yeah, remember once I had a prom But couldn't tell my Dad cause I only had a Moms And she keep snapping, Pops would have had her come Got me pressed to blow up, I just wish I had a bomb (Chubby) She say he gone, I ain't understand the meaning She pushing me the smoke, I hope they understand the fiending The devil working, but funny I don't understand the demons She f**ing up my dreams, I hope they understand the screaming, (damn) I just wish you could hear it when I dropped a song Whole time I thought he left cause Momma did Poppa wrong Guess that explains all the long cold drinking nights f**ed up Momma on the knees yelling Poppa gone And I just wanna see my Daddy get glad at me Smile cause he happy, or just frown cause he mad at me Oh but I can't, couldn't even tell my n***a bye Somebody did it for me guess I see you when the n***a die [Hook: Chubby Jag] I just wish that I could meet the k**er ask the n***a why Shoot him in the face, you see my Daddy, tell my n***a hi A n***a how I'm writing this one cause I have to write Always keep it real, I spit the real the n***as have to like Can't see you now, hope to see you in the afterlife No father figure, got me wilding in the trap tonight I ain't have a choice, no future with no path to light Church said we sure a meet again, I hope the pastor right [Verse 2: Chubby Jag] I can't be mad tonight, I've learned so many lessons I can only ask Mom so much, so many questions, man Will I make it with music, will I keep selling O's Will I ever meet up with Dad, only Heaven knows I told myself that one day I'll prolly act like you And how the hell you get Moms, wish I could mack like you They say I look like her, happy I'm Black like you If you could rap, they'd prolly say that I rap like you Still I learn how to make the words sound hot Straight from a clown to a king, tell'em crown hop Rap with the best of 'em, had the whole town shocked Running out of words, gotta a buy [?] Tears just keeping running and I hope I don't drown pop Hope to see you soon, I mean as crazy as it sounds pop This is where you get the spot light, and the sounds stop Sincerely, your son I love you, see you around pop

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