What do you see when you looking at a king
Do you see from what he was or what he became to be
Do you see from what he did for the long run
Beyond one of many times intentions we're beyond him
No condom was necessary I plant my seed to breed a visionary
Inherit father figure traits but wait I'm feeling worried
Because my father figure buried in a west Virginia cemetery
God help me
I went to get a crib get a job get a car
So I can be financially stable to raise this kid of mine
before he comes premeditate a better state of mind
to take on fatherhood before I hit the age of 21
Prepare his mom for mother hood
Did the best that I could
To ease the pain from every contraction that came
Make an honest woman out of her
Make her mama proud of her
Battle insecurities to get them demons out of her
But I had my hesitations debating weather we would make it
Facing the consequence of separation
I wasn't faithful I'll admit that
I wanted both worlds chasing ass while my girl was in the kitchen
Making magic outta can goods
While my son crying need to change his pampers
I wonder was my dad the same same name same face same games that he played
I need to break the chain

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My intentions where good I wish could change the way the shit had went down
Call me crazy cause I'm chasing my dreams well mother fucker take a look at me now

I ain't finna die on my son or lie on my son
Imma survive for my son and provide for my son
Every time I look into his eyes I see the sun
Shining down on the next malcom x
on the next malcome x
What you expect expect nothing less than greatness
Make these mother fuckers devastated
The devils waiting on me but I'm fucking pacing
Cause I'm tryna make it to his first day and graduation
You see your chance then take it no matter if intentions were good
They still gone hate you
Theyll see you as the villain till the end result
But once you prove em wrong then the naysayers actin friendly now
But see they want what's in ya pocket but they won't rob you they'll hang around you
Looking for a handout tryna make a living off you
Before the clout they never thought of you
When the struggle wasn't far from you
They kept a certain distance
Because they knew one day you'd make it but was too timid to admit it
Acting like some bitches
Till they came to find out that you making it
Then hitting up your phone with that remember back way way when
Save it
Then niggas hit ya phone talking crazy niggas tryna stick me for my paper
Niggas tryna stick me for my paper
Will I see tomorrow
Will I see my son grow
Will I have to bear arms just to keep the peace
Beneath my jeans in case my friends become my enemies
Will I gravitate away from broke nigga tendencies
Will I keep my heart up on my sleeves through this music industry
Will I sell my soul for almighty cream
Or will I take the cream and flip it turn my dreams into reality
Will I make my family proud of me
We'll have to wait and see

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My intentions where good I wish could change the way the shit had went down
Call me crazy cause I'm chasing my dreams well mother fucker take a look at me now