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[Verse 1] Imagine the life of a young boy Thirteen years old Daddy ain't home Moms tryna find herself She got a new friend That's cool But it's nothin' like the comfort of a father Father to his son And so I had to grow up young No one to show me how to be a man How to work hard with my own two hands He wasn't there to teach me how to treat a woman He wasn't there to teach me how to love a woman No one to show me how to talk to a lady So I started fuckin' early I was havin' babies So I'ma break the cycle I'll be right here My son'll be straight And I'll be right there That's my responsibility This ain't for fun If he gets older and says that I wasn't there I'ma say "Son" [Chorus] You can't say that No You can't say that I'm right here So don't say that No You can't say that You can't say that You can't say that You can't say that I'm right here So don't say that No You can't say that [Verse 2] Imagine the life of a little black boy Twenty-five years old God called his mama home A hard blow to the chest Like she took one to the dome No one to pick up the phone and call to cry to Like "Mama I don't know what I'ma do" She ain't there to console me She ain't there to hold me She ain't there to scold me Now I gotta be a man and raise my own seeds But it's cool 'cause I'ma hold it down I ain't a king I'm a pharaoh Here to hold the crown And I'll be good 'cause I was raised by a good woman And I had a good life And we had a good run And I could've lost my mind and lost my faith Could've been on drugs Tryna fill the space That's a disgrace If you hear my son say that I'ma say "Son" [Chorus] You can't say that No You can't say that I'm right here So don't say that No You can't say that You can't say that You can't say that You can't say that I'm right here So don't say that No You can't say that [Verse 3] Yeah Imagine the life of a little black boy Thirty-six years old No one believed in him But that was fuel to the fire 'cause he believed in himself And he could do it all by himself And he ain't need 'em Yeah He made it happen with his God-given talent Did it with his raps Now he's holdin' all the cards Now he callin' all the shots Now they wanna ride Now they on his coattail 'Cause they know he 'bout to pop And they know he 'bout to blow And they know he 'bout to go to the top So it's one for the money Two for the flow Three for the dough Four for the show And five for the critics who said that I wouldn't make it They said that I wouldn't make it And if you hear my son say that I'ma say "Son" [Chorus] You can't say that No You can't say that I'm right here So don't say that No You can't say that You can't say that You can't say that You can't say that I'm right here So don't say that No You can't say that


