But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game
Bro called dad over, we tried to explain
But i be like for real, just pick up that phone
My dad going to work and never coming home,
I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys
And dad came home ready to take a life
Cause im not quite the type of nigga to spend my life in prison
Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one
Cause you're dead as a dad to me
Don't worry bout a thang baby
Didn't want dad to go though, no point in him going anyway
Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day
Cause you're dead as a dad to me
We got money to go get baby
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