作词 : Jayceon Terrell Taylor 作曲 : Jayceon Terrell Taylor [Verse 1] This a open letter to my daughter, nigga This is Hov talking to Rumi and Blue Carter, nigga This is Nas talking to Destiny This Imani and Nip's legacy Beautiful black babies I hope you never meet a nigga like me, but one who treat you like a lady It ain't about the Hermes bag and the Mercedes It's about whenever you cry, he stop you from going crazy A lot of niggas gon' be shooting they shot, that's my baby For my blessing, it's 33 seconds, Tracy McGrady Niggas shady so I gotta protect you, Em and Hailie Tell them disrespectful niggas I polish the semi daily I trust you, I love you, get chills when I touch you Open the 'Rari doors, you hop in, and I hug you Tell you Daddy ain't perfect, I did what I had to do And one day I'm gon' explain, Tristan Thompson, the truth
[Chorus] Think I'm superhuman but I'm only human Over my baby, we can get into it Hop out the Bentley Coupe while it's still movin' Like, "Nigga, this my daughter, tell me what we doin'" I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I make somebody son cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I make somebody son cry, look
[Verse 2] I call it California dream 'cause I'm livin' one Hollowed up them FNNs and show a nigga sum' Or you could be my third son, take a pic or sum' Linin' Budweiser cans up and shoot the blick or sum' You rolled Backwoods but she don't smoke Her mama grew up in '60s, my nigga, she ain't no joke But don't be cuzzin' my daughter, she ain't no Loc And don't be drivin' her brazy 'cause them are folks So smart, so beautiful, baby hands to the cuticles Rolex at 11, she ain't impressed by the usual Don't ever disrespect her, overstep that slow Keep a fresh pack of Magnums, you ain't hittin' that raw You ain't hittin' at all, I told her wait for marriage Iced out since she was 2 so she don't date for karats It's like Ye in Paris, went off in shine town I'm either walking it down the aisle or walking straight out of trial **** with me
[Chorus] Think I'm superhuman but I'm only human Over my baby, we can get into it Hop out the Bentley Coupe while it's still movin' Like, "Nigga, this my daughter, tell me what we doin'" I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I make somebody son cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I make somebody son cry, look
作词 : Jayceon Terrell Taylor 作曲 : Jayceon Terrell Taylor [Verse 1] This a open letter to my daughter, nigga This is Hov talking to Rumi and Blue Carter, nigga This is Nas talking to Destiny This Imani and Nip's legacy Beautiful black babies I hope you never meet a nigga like me, but one who treat you like a lady It ain't about the Hermes bag and the Mercedes It's about whenever you cry, he stop you from going crazy A lot of niggas gon' be shooting they shot, that's my baby For my blessing, it's 33 seconds, Tracy McGrady Niggas shady so I gotta protect you, Em and Hailie Tell them disrespectful niggas I polish the semi daily I trust you, I love you, get chills when I touch you Open the 'Rari doors, you hop in, and I hug you Tell you Daddy ain't perfect, I did what I had to do And one day I'm gon' explain, Tristan Thompson, the truth
[Chorus] Think I'm superhuman but I'm only human Over my baby, we can get into it Hop out the Bentley Coupe while it's still movin' Like, "Nigga, this my daughter, tell me what we doin'" I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I make somebody son cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I make somebody son cry, look
[Verse 2] I call it California dream 'cause I'm livin' one Hollowed up them FNNs and show a nigga sum' Or you could be my third son, take a pic or sum' Linin' Budweiser cans up and shoot the blick or sum' You rolled Backwoods but she don't smoke Her mama grew up in '60s, my nigga, she ain't no joke But don't be cuzzin' my daughter, she ain't no Loc And don't be drivin' her brazy 'cause them are folks So smart, so beautiful, baby hands to the cuticles Rolex at 11, she ain't impressed by the usual Don't ever disrespect her, overstep that slow Keep a fresh pack of Magnums, you ain't hittin' that raw You ain't hittin' at all, I told her wait for marriage Iced out since she was 2 so she don't date for karats It's like Ye in Paris, went off in shine town I'm either walking it down the aisle or walking straight out of trial **** with me
[Chorus] Think I'm superhuman but I'm only human Over my baby, we can get into it Hop out the Bentley Coupe while it's still movin' Like, "Nigga, this my daughter, tell me what we doin'" I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I make somebody son cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I make somebody son cry, look
