| Got 2 sons growing up
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| Time to leave the fed slains gotta slow it up
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| Do he happy everytime daddy showing up
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| Family course still firing for my older son
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| They love but do I love em back
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| Picture rocks at the pen keep going back
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| Back in jail everytime my kids get attached
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| Daddy ain’t a father my nigga what type of shit is that
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| Cuz I’m getting rid of babies like a plan b
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| They prosecuting the only graces a man see
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| Time to leave the game, nigga find a plan b
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| I just wanna hear my boys say daddy, uh
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| Ain’t nobody gon' love me
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| The way I told you
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| Qualities of a man
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| Can’t help nobody, until I help myself
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| Qualities of a man
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| Back to the wall where my peoples turning backs to me
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| Actually I turned my backs on em, huh
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| Get out of jail and its back again
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| Damn, I know my old lady tired of the bullshit
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| In the cell where I ain’t home, mommas cheating on her
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| Shes not a ho, its my fault a nigga sleeping on her
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| Damn, I gotta get it together
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| Shed a bar for my self, frankly gon' be here forever, nigga
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| I just tried to do right, fuck the gossip
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| Too each and own enemies who wanna squash shit
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| Cuz you can’t kill a sword nigga
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| And I can’t kill yo own nigga |