It's me at last the Rickster
Def Jam's where I be
Most agree it's kinda amazing folks
Are born from where we pee at
Though I definetly fiend it
Baby no way chill clever mean it
Gotta be careful be told
Commercial ever seen it
Want a few I wrote
Some ask my cheating do I know
Not a dope love the mother
Or she loves to a ho
So I dig her a lot
And although shorty honey break n***a
How you figure
He a big rat money making n***a
Cute as a bunny
He tell bout the time he picking cotton
So it ain't forgotting
Hope I don't spoil a n***a rotten
Also don't discriminate white
He be quite bright taught he might
If notty like and seventy fiver
Help me raise my shorty right
So when I come home wit the quarter
I say yo shorty run to royal
Seen as a mother living on soil
It's best to have someone to spoil
So any toy he wants he get
Yo kids it worth it Mr A'Doy
Said he destroy annoy
Don't meen a moms in middle of fifth and joy
And it's a boy
Crying
Picture friends milk and cookies
When you done wit the boys game
Toy playing Ricky Jr being
One of the joys name
And further taught him birds and bees
So on the nerding birds
Heard the second to third
And 'dada' better be the first words too
Just kidding gonna be a one man girl
Spend a lotta me wearing
Best to care best about what money can buy
Is what I be wearing
Rip these ribbons around protecting
This ain't a kid I've kept in
Don't raise ya kindergarten
Probably be another major step in
Long as holding star holding
'Cause yo be loading trips and sowing
Ya knowing
Throw a fancy hover in the drowing
It's kinda pleasing a ray
So baby sit no thank you heasing
Sneazing now what do I do when
He cry for no reason
So any toy he wants he get
Yo kids it worth it Mr A'Doy
Said he destroy annoy
Don't meen a moms in middle of fifth and joy
And it's a boy
Baby mom under wing
Though if dressed I could string
Line of cuties though cling
Don't wanna mess up a good thing
You know how it is when guys are big
Girls seem to hog
Going into labor date 18 of August
It's that time telling friends
Congratulate's yelling
Gotta be six or premature
But thanks to God he's doing well
And giving credit where it's due
While rap achievin let it
As for bills forget it
'Cause the way I rap don't even sweat it
Why though when me and my husband
Don't fuss agree
Though son I still kinda wish
I could of been there when he was born
At 3 01 by gone be gone
There's nowhere wrong and all
Yours sons about and since I didn't
This being the first
You know I had to write a rap
About the incident
And the rose is for the squeeze
I would of sent it for no women
Wit the kin in it we should
Thank Lord as we enter a new beginning
And like I said any toy
I'm trying ya that Ms A'Doy
That they destroy annoy
Don't mean a moms in middle of fifth and joy
And it's a boy
