Being a dad, you weren't that great,
Low income no bills getting paid
And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.
Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet
No smilescause ain't a thing funny
Cause you're dead as a dad to me
My dad caught me and told me "dat i didnt gave u the permit"
You niggas in the red, i am somewhat the illiterate
My change of sense must have spent you- clutch the purse u lost the pen to
I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you
It wasn’t like i had a very lazy, deadbeat dad
So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that
Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,
Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet
That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad
True story, there was a 12 year boy, a mom a dad
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