| You was never there for me, you know. |
| You know, take care of yours
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| When I get mine, I’mma take care of mine
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| You can believe that, for real
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| Chorus: You know what you did was wrong
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| But still, life still goes on
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| You wasn’t my daddy, daddy
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| (Add after first verse)
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| You never taught me the streets
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| And didn’t know what you mean to me
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| You wasn’t my daddy, daddy
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| Let me ask you a question
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| Even though I was your reflection
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| You showed this nigga no love, me and you was no connection
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| You flipped on my moms and she had your ass arrested
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| But still, when you was there, my eyes was lit up like flourescents
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| So I read up on my lessons
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| Now, I’m fed up with your prescense
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| You yellin', B’s is screamin', «Man shut up and get the message»
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| Things I used to do
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| Which reminded me of you
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| But I’m gone, and I’m doin' it and I’m doin fine dude
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| Look at what you did by and started
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| You had a mind but you was heartless
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| You shouldn’t have spit me out dog, now I’m going to shine regardless
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| Supposed to leave me high, but I was already above it yo
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| You hated me to the point I was the way you loved it yo
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| But fuck it though
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| I wouldn’t care if you kicked the bucket yo
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| My dick you can suck it yo
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| But it wasn’t for nothin yo
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| You was here to leave a new chapter, Drag-On baby
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| Thoughts from now will live on, til I’m dead and gone baby
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| You was wrong
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| But now I’m older spittin' the bomb
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| Gettin' lit on
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| Just livin off this written from the arm
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| I was given from the mind since you wasn’t there nigga
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| Can’t believe you had me cryin', you wasn’t worth a tear nigga
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| I used to be in the crib, no money, no food, hopin' for you
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| Now you and yours peepin' at my bocu’s
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| My lyrics, going to haunt you
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| You feel this one don’t you
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| Why don’t you kill me with precaution
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| You should have just had an abortion, for real
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| Repeat Chorus 1x
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| I guess there’s ways of life I have yet to learn
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| Like Drag-On, and how many niggas I have yet to burn
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| With no rice on the shelf
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| That’s when I learned life itself
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| Only Chow, that’s why I hit the mic for delf
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| Fear no one
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| I was taught to care for no one
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| Hard-hitter
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| Little nigga, cause I ain’t hittin' no one
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| All I heard was me tellin' bitches to get in that bed
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| Gettin' that head
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| Me and my niggas gettin' that bread
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| Shit wasn’t right because during that I didn’t know you
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| I guess it’s true
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| Things you don’t know, you’re gonna go through
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| On the phone, tellin' my man, «I'm about to blow dude»
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| Moms on the other line, saying, «You about to blow who?»
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| «Oh, ain’t nothin' ma. |
| Yo, I’ll call you later»
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| My moms, was zoned out
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| The days to the froze was blown out
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| Cut the stove on the days I was alone in the house
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| There was alot of shit missin', talkin' about she loaned it out
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| It was thug livin', and there was nothing I could do stop it
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| Shit was hard like a kindergarten kid in college
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| Started makin' profit, that’s how I built my wealth
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| And what I did, shit ony the fools will quit up on hisself
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| I didn’t know how I did it by myself
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| Sometimes it drove me to drinkin' so I spit up on myself
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| And you know what, out of all that, I’m about to blow up
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| Til I’m six feet, I’mma tear it up from the floor up
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| Nigga what
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| Repeat Chorus 1x
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| Life still goes on
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| But you was wrong
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| You wasn’t my daddy, daddy
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| You still was wrong
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| But life still goes on
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| You wasn’t my daddy, daddy |