text: I know that I hurt you
  Yeah
  I was a child trying to be a man
  To all my sons worldwide
  I walked out on my only son
  All my juniors
  I left you in your mothers hands
  I apologize for my absence, I know I left you without an annual drop
  And now Im standing right here
  I dont know how I expected you to get your clout up and get your money up, but
  With tears, with tears streaming from my eyes
  Dont worry
  See your mother raised a fine young man
  Daddys home
  And I know I missed so much of your life
  Turn me up 
  Yeah
  Niggas know they need to stop
  Im standing at the top, thats how I know you never seen the top
  Sierra Canyon parking lot lookin like Magic City parking lot
  Hear the talks when I walk by like you know its over when we drop
  Ayy, drop
  Yeah, and Im coming with the wop
  Yall niggas not poppin
  Fuck her, then she goin shoppin
  Woah, Im runnin out of opps
  Theyre runnin out of options
  Put em up for adoption
  Sign my name on the dot
  Ayy, this is not luck, baby, this no four-leaf, no horseshoe
  Im in the bank thinkin, Poor you
  Im in New York goin Jon Chetrit
  Supermodels and they all sexy
  Lock the door to the bathroom cause they doin something that is not Pepsi
  Im just pourin up the shots
  I remember that I told you I miss you, that was kinda like a mass text
  I remember that I told I loved you, that was really in the past tense
  I remember that I told you I get you, truth is that I get around
  Mentioned havin us a kid, 42 hit, I tend to kid around
  Yeah, on Benedict with the top down
  Shorties out here gettin knocked down
  City coming off a lockdown
  Rap niggas doing weak features for a pop artist cause they popped down
  Used to wanna throw the Roc up, niggas know how I rock now
  You know how Im rocking now
  YM forever
  Big owl, big birds forever
  Dont make me go get your mama to talk to you
  Cause if he gotta get your motherfuckin mama to talk to you, you know what Im sayin, Ima bring that motherfuckin big switch out
  At this point, Ima start collectin child support the opposite way
  You gotta pay me to be my motherfuckin son, ha-ha-ha-ha
  Look at me
  Take a real good look at me
  Dont turn away
  Dont you turn away like I did my son
  Look me in the eyes, junior
  Im making no more promises
  For real
  Im trying to find the word to say
  Daddys home
  Daddys home 
  Daddys home 
  Yeah
  Daddys home 
  Wanna be my dad again
  Weve got to start all over, be friends 
  If you wanna be my dad again 
  Weve got to start all over, be friends 
  Yeah, baby
  Yeah, baby, thats it
  Showtime
  Somethings happened to me, bro
  Ha-ha-ha