It was emotional
Cheating with the yout man, watching wrestling
His name was Gatsy, you know I was in the wrestling ring
How much I love him, I'm never questioning
The day he entered my life was the bestest thing
Let me take it back quite a bit
When he was first born and I used to wipe his shit
It gets emotional when I'm writing this
And when he got hungry I used to bite my lip
Yeah, I remember clear, 1st of November '01
Yeah, that's the year I remember
I brought all these mad emotions out of nowhere
I sat down and I splashed a tear
What a thankful year
I thank God, he was alright, when he made it here
Am thinking wow this my little baby here
And thankful everyday, that's why I made this here
What you talking about daddy?
Is this like the son talk about nanny?
I talk about you the way I talked about granny
'Cause I'm all about supporting my family
What you talking about daddy?
Is this like the son talk about nanny?
I'm talking about you the way I talked about granny
'Cause I'm all about supporting my family
Chillin' with the yout man, and he's a round one
These were the times when I used to sit around guns
Carlton and them used to sit around mums
I used to worry about you rolling round dumb
Wednesday, it was about one you and your mum
Just left and I was down some
The feds were waiting out front
Stepped outside and they pounced once
I was mad, pissed, sitting in a cell
My little boy he was mad missed
I used to sit inside all paranoid feeling mad sick
Before he entered my life I never had shit
You must of thought I didn't care enough
I missed your second birthday and it teared me up
To lose you, before I wasn't scared enough
Or I wouldn't be locked up just bearing up
What you talking about daddy?
Is this like the son talk about nanny?
I talk about you the way I talked about granny
'Cause I'm all about supporting my family
What you talking about daddy?
Is this like the son talk about nanny?
I'm talking about you the way I talked about granny
'Cause I'm all about supporting my family
With the yout man, walking to primary
And the grades getting big, kind of blinded me
And he's rhyming, talking how he'd like to be
A big rapstar following the likes of me
Yeah, that's the shit that I like to see
And I'm proud of him 'cause I've got the right to be
And I ain't lying when I'm giving him advice I see
A little me and him but he's even brighter G
What you talking about dad?
Yeah, this is like when I was talking about nan?
Anyway, but can we talk about swag?
