Lyrics of 'Letter To My Son' by Don Trip

Please, No pitty for a G
Know I got a son that I barely get to see
I see him for an hour, after that he gotta leave,
On top of that I only get to see him once a week,
Yeah, right, lucky me, well fuck [?] and whoever disagree
I learned a valuable lesson indeed,
But I'm just tryna be the best father I can be
Apparently I'm an unfit father, cause all I know is dope,
And all I got is dirty dollas
But I'm selling dope to help my family get farther
Cause no 9 to 5 is gonna prevent us from starving
I'm sorry Jaylen, I don't get to see ya like I want to
I just want to let you know I want to
If the court grant me visitation then I'm going to,
But you're too young to understand what were goin through
And your momma low down
Shes just doin everything to hurt me right now
Why? cause I don't love her like I used to
So to get back at me she know she gotta use you
And I don't know what else to do
She don't understand that this shit will bruise you too
And now I gotta take the bitch to court
So either way it's a lose lose

I'm writing a letter to my baby, I'm writing a letter to my son,
Tell him things done got to crazy but its not over, its not done
I told your mama I dont love her, It made her trip and now she gone
So I'mma be the better one, I'mma be the better one
But I just wanna see my son

I try talking to the bitch, but she keep using you as a bargaining chip
And I am not the one to be bargaining with
That just make me wanna go and put my palms on that bitch
I swear this shit ain't even right bruh
I ain't even got the chance to change a fuckin diaper
This is what I get for going raw when I piped her
Thinkin that I loved her when I shouldn't of even liked her
But I do not regret ma child
Stupid bitch I just wanna see ma child
Do what you may but you will never make me bow
Fuck child support bitch take me to trial
Why you with this shit cause I ain't read you no vowels?
Bitch move on, me and you ain't working out
So what it matter if I moved to work out
Long as I provide and put food in his mouth

I'm writing a letter to my baby, I'm writing a letter to my son,
Tell him things done got to crazy but its not over, its not done
I told your mama I dont love her, It made her trip and now she gone
So I'mma be the better one, I'mma be the better one
But I just wanna see my son

Matter of fact I in school right now in case the music don't work
And I can put the work down
My momma say this shit sure to work out
All the bullshit I'm going through to see my first child
See his first steps, see his first smile
Hear his first words, teach him how to count
But I guess I've been counted out
Seein' as the bitch don't want me around
When I speak to him he don't recognize the sound
The sound of my voice so he just looks around
I know she enjoys so I suck it up and smile
But fuck this stupid bitch, I just wanna see my child

I'm writing a letter to my baby, I'm writing a letter to my son,
Tell him things done got to crazy but its not over, its not done
I told your mama I dont love her, It made her trip and now she gone
So I'mma be the better one, I'mma be the better one
But I just wanna see my son