Letter To My Daughter Lyrics – Bloodhound Q50

BloodHound Q50’s dropping bars that bleed family ties and beef scars on “Letter To My Daughter,” his latest single hitting the streets today via Signal Records/Columbia, a gritty love letter to his little one that doubles as a veiled shank to rival Fatso.

This track’s Q50 in full Chicago confessional mode: booming 808s and trap snares that rumble like O’Block echoes, his raspy flow weaving tender dad vibes—“Life looks better on the outside”—with sharp disses that slice through the sentiment. It’s street rap with a heartbeat, clocking in at two minutes of raw duality: celebrating his daughter’s light amid the shadows of jail bids and gunplay, all self-produced in his Windy City bunker.

Thematically, it’s vulnerability weaponized—pouring out regrets for time lost to the grind, vowing protection while airing out snakes in the grass. No features to dilute the punch; it’s pure Q50, teased in snippets on TikTok last week that had Chiraq forums buzzing about the Fatso jabs, turning fatherhood flexes into feud fuel.

Standalone for now, but it slots right into his string of heat-seeking singles like “Waterboy” (250K views) and “Zombies” ft. Vonoff1700, building toward that rumored debut tape whispered in his Insta Lives. Fans can stream “Letter To My Daughter” on Spotify now for the full replay and those endless loops.

Q50’s at that make-or-break blaze right now, the 22-year-old South Side storyteller who went from casual ’23 cyphers to a major-label ink in under two years, racking 1.3M monthly listeners despite a fresh Cook County stint for that AUUW charge. Shot at and still spitting, he’s evolving from underground menace to measured patriarch—trading wilder drill rants for these layered confessions that humanize the hustle. It’s Chi-town rap’s next chapter: not just surviving the blocks, but scripting survival guides for the ones you leave behind.

Dive into the Letter To My Daughter lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other BloodHound Q50 tracks for more of his unfiltered Chicago grit.