| Tears still rolling down my face | 
| Simple fact it being Father’s Day | 
| My confidence was confiscated | 
| More confrontations, shortened patience | 
| I’m aggravated, agitated | 
| Hate to say this, I ain’t been a father lately | 
| And I feel like I been a screw up | 
| But then again everybody needs to tune up | 
| Self observation, conversations | 
| Choices made, I’m tryna find some confirmation | 
| Damn, how the fuck did I get here though? | 
| My own pops wasn’t 'round to see his kids grow | 
| And I be damned if I follow where his foots go | 
| My baby mom took my kids about a year ago | 
| I can’t lie, shit is hard, she don’t get it though | 
| Every day the kids asking where did daddy go | 
| Shit, still praying for a better way | 
| I visualise good times when I meditate | 
| To be alone on my own on this Father’s Day | 
| Tears still rolling down my face | 
| To God I pray | 
| To each his own, I can’t condone | 
| I compensate, the weed relates | 
| And freeze the mind of my mistakes | 
| I smoke and drink, I contemplate | 
| I start to think, I hate my baby mama | 
| But that ain’t true, but that ain’t true | 
| Wear my shoes, I bet you couldn’t fit in 'em if you tried to | 
| I’m sick of lies, I’m tired of what I’m going through | 
| It all starts with your kids not knowing you | 
| Am I putting too much time in this vocal booth? | 
| Am I spending too much time with my new boo? | 
| Or do you do it for your fam or the new coupe? | 
| Holidays of change ain’t what I’m used to | 
| I was tryna refrain from doing court moves | 
| Never, ever a fan of doing court rooms | 
| Too many regrets, it’s all in my head | 
| It’s really not true 'cause all that I do was for my kids, damn | 
| Living on edge, I’m praying for help | 
| It’s Father’s Day and I’m feeling like I hate myself | 
| I hate this fame and sometimes, I hate this game | 
| But it’s gon' change, yeah yeah, this shit gon' change | 
| Happy Father’s Day | 
| Hate it had to be this way | 
| Happy Father’s Day | 
| I hate it had to be this way | 
| My heart beats this way | 
| Like why my heart beats this way | 
| I hate it had to be this way | 
| As the tears rolling down my eyes | 
| One day, wonder if my girl think it’s kinda weaker to cry | 
| Baby mom sending threats, tryna seek and divide | 
| Attitude, hella rude 'cause I’m happy inside | 
| Met a queen, Lord knows he just hit me a sign | 
| Who gon' grab my hand? Who gon' wipe my tears? | 
| She gon' pat me on the back like it’s alright, my dear | 
| Still wishing every day I had my grandma here | 
| But hey, that’s the way that life is though | 
| We all living just to die, the way this script goes | 
| Shit, no answers, screaming fuck cancer | 
| Staring at the pick of my son, he so handsome | 
| First born, my baby girl, it’s so special | 
| FaceTime to see 'em smile and say I love 'em | 
| First Father’s Day alone, I had to suffer | 
| Still counting blessings 'cause they ain’t gotta struggle, Lord | 
| Happy Father’s Day | 
| Hate it had to be this way | 
| Happy Father’s Day | 
| I hate it had to be this way | 
| My heart beats this way | 
| Like why my heart beats this way | 
| I hate it had to be this way | 
| See a nigga going through | 
| Make a change what I’m going through | 
| Sometimes people never understand 'til it all hits the fan | 
| Should have listened to who warned you | 
| But that’s life and we never get to do it twice | 
| I understand many of us never get it right | 
| Or hopefully you kinda close before you see the light | 
| The realest shit I ever wrote in my whole life | 
| Yeah, and to my son and my beautiful daughter | 
| I’m sorry I wasn’t better for you and your brother | 
| That bad blood in between me and your mother | 
| We both did things back and forth to each other | 
| I apologize, go and dry your eyes | 
| There’s gon' come a time when it’s all aligned, daddy’s signing you them | 
| lullaby’s | 
| Me and baby boy, throwing up the high five | 
| And baby girl probably passing me the pompoms | 
| Not mine but on God’s time | 
| Still wishing y’all was close 'cause I know the way that time flies | 
| On this day I was really in my feelings | 
| Roll another blunt 'cause I been trying not to feel it | 
| Tears falling down on the pad on what I’ve written | 
| Part of me just gotta forgive, my daddy missing | 
| 'Cause I am nothing like him | 
| I’m so unlike you, going through it like them | 
| Shit, growing up right in front of your eyes | 
| Far from the perfect that we seeking to find | 
| There’s a beauty in the struggle when you growing inside | 
| All my insecurities just on a platter besides | 
| I’m alive, I’m alive | 
| And besides, shit, I’m alive | 
| Happy Father’s Day | 
| Hate it had to be this way | 
| Happy Father’s Day | 
| I hate it had to be this way | 
| My heart beats this way | 
| Like why my heart beats this way | 
| Love y’all |