| Look, I just shed tears homie and now I ain’t too proud to admit it
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| Just seen my father for the first time in a minute
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| And when I say a minute I mean years man
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| Damn, a whale could have swam in them tears fam
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| Cause as I left them I reflected on my younger days
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| When it was just me and my brother and my mother played
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| Father, cause no other man bothered
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| Not even my biological, it never seemed logical
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| But I accepted it cause I ain’t know no better
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| Thought I was brighter than a Polo sweater
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| No pops was like Martin with no Coretta
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| So many things you could have told me
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| And saved me the trouble of lettin' my mistakes show me
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| I feel like you barely know me
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| And that’s a shame cause our last name is the same
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| That blood type flowin' through our veins is the same
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| My mama left you and maybe your anger’s to blame
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| But that’s no excuse, only you and God know the truth
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| And why you only call monthly, barely ever saw me
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| Spend some summers with you and played with my cousin Maury
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| Maybe I should be tellin' you fuck you cause you selfish
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| But I want a father so bad, I can’t help it
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| I break down, I break down
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| Can’t help but break down
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| I break down
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| I never thought I’d see my mama on that shit man
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| It’s fuckin' with her body, now she sick damn
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| I wanted a big house with a white picket fence and a pool
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| Who would have ever thought that it would come to this, man?
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| Quicksand is what this life feel like
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| That shit these rappers kick is nothin' like real life
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| You made a milli off of servin' hard white, yeah right
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| My mama tell you what addicted to that pipe feel like
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| Stupid niggas, I heard the cops be shootin' niggas
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| I swear to God, wish I could bullet proof my niggas
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| Can’t get no jobs, but they still recruitin' niggas
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| We tryna stand tall when it gets to crucial niggas
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| Break down! |
| We break down, we break down, we break down…
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| Servin' time, locked down
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| And she don’t want nobody to know, his daughter 25 pounds
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| By the time he get out, she gon' be 4
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| Now will his girl stay down?
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| Ain’t no doubt, she love him yeah that’s fo sho
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| But temptation stays round
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| And if she strayed, how could he ever know?
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| Never know and so, she goes to the club on the weekend
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| A little freakin', but them niggas holla
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| But she never speakin', but tonight I see the devil creepin'
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| Cause she been lonely, she ain’t felt a man in 7 seasons
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| Damn! |
| She do the best that she can
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| Her mama tellin' her to find another man
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| She college educated with a felon boyfriend
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| That’s what she thinkin' tonight
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| Maybe she’s right, but please
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| Stay down mama! |
| Gotta be strong, don’t break down mama!
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| Please… stay down mama! |
| Gotta be strong, don’t break down mama!
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| Don’t break down, don’t break down, don’t break down, don’t break down…
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| Break, break down
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| Steady break me down |