Halo (Letter from My Unborn Son) - Harmony, Heaven, Tity Boi

It’s going down if I say so

I come to raise hell, call me Halo

I’m growing up

I’ll be out in a couple months

See right now I’m hanging out in my mama front

Oh dad, I heard you used to like sports, yeah?

Used to keep money in a sports bag

Heaven said you ain’t be home in some weeks, nigga

Don’t go starting that shit with me, nigga

By the time I get bigger I need a father figure

Someone to lean on

Sipping lean with your team, big screen on you

You looking like a fiend, ho

You rap about triple beams only

In every argument you try to make my mama seem wrong

Fuck you, nigga

And Harmony know I’m coming

She would no longer be the youngest

She keep kicking mama in the stomach

I’m gon kick your ass when I get there

You know sibling rivalry, it’s all love

We’ll all fight and then all hug

Like damn daddy got a ball court

I’m like damn daddy got a four wheeler

Damn daddy got a sports car

Damn daddy been wanting a lil nigga

We got enough land to find Sasquatch

Damn mommy, daddy making money

What the hell you complaining about?

So what if he was fucking with girls

As long as he don’t even bring them hoes to the house

Heaven straight, Harmony cool

I can’t wait to get my own room

I can’t wait till home room

I can’t wait I’ll be home soon like

I can’t wait to meet them, can’t wait to meet them

I gotta hug now mom

Gotta hug GGG, get babysitted by nanna