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Yeah, ayy, ayy
We got one life to live, affected by other people's decisions as a kid
Now they look at me funny for what my dad did
In 93 he was ridin' clean, mama had a crib, mixed the juice with a little gin
Now they gotta, uh, why he follow trends, I don't understand
Damn, he ain't have a dad, now he dead beat
She told him she was pregnant, he start runnin' like track meets
That's mad weak, funny how that baby turned into a star athlete
Young n***a on the road, travelin' like Greyhound buses
That boy gon' be somethin', that's how them conversations soundin' in the barbershops
No time for pit stops or whatnots
Yeah, that's my son
N***a shut the fuck up and sit back
That n***a took a break outta my life just like a Kit-Kat
I got it poppin', now he tryna get back
But fuck that
That's still your father STXDY, yeah, I know it
But fuck that
Y'all talkin' bout that love, but where the love at from way back
My mama used to lace her blunts with crack
It was Similac and dope sacks
Me and Poodie watchin' Rugrats with fake straps
Ignorant to what it led to
Taught to Shooter a Tool instead of using tools
Shit was pitiful, we put more value into tennis shoes
Mama couldn't read, so who gon' read to you
Guess that's why we screamin' fuck schools and fuck rules
And the police too
Yeah
Now a wise woman once said
Take care of your kids
How the hell you gon' bring a kid into this world
And be at peace with yourself
And that baby ain't at peace
Man, you niggas is bitches
And nine out of ten of you niggas grew up without father figures
So why the fuck wouldn't you be there for your kids, nigga
I don't understand
But fuck that
But fuck that