But my dad didnt make it
Rack, rack city shit
Then she on her facebook like when we finna party
Frank miller end page with estranged shanked liquor but still he
Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back
Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.
It wasn’t like i had a very lazy, deadbeat dad
Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that
Then i would spit like yo fuckin dad
But we’ve been going through this thang since way back
Well its between you and dad
Hit your block with a glock, blog that
Then dad payed off my bail
And i'm raw, fish scale
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >