| I got a girl I’m tryna put a baby in
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| Stay at home dad life, no one gotta babysit
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| Drive the kids around the city, meetin' family
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| Pickin' flowers for they mommies, they be smilin' on the daily
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| 'Til the sun fall, heads drop, eyes close
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| Slowly 'til they knocked out, dropped off
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| Yet another great day, every day a pay day
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| I ain’t ever worried about my pay grade
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| This here is a safe space, yes siree, yeah
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| I don’t come from money but my kids will
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| Still all they care about is big wills
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| In twenty years I’ma have a couple beds and my LayZBoy
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| Tellin' 'em how daddy was a big deal, get real
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| They only see me as dad
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| And all they know is I’m here
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| And I ain’t ever gon' leave
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| They go wherever with me
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| In 2020 my son is comin' to every label meet in a seat and learnin'
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| I’ma teach him the terms
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| He only three, «Dad, what is perpetuity?»
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| «Baby boy, that mean that they tryna take all my money
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| And make your daddy a slave
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| And take away all your toys so daddy can have some fame
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| But your daddy is a free man
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| If they tell us they can do it, we can
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| Real estate and business shit, boy that’s the key plan
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| By the time you ten, you gon' know enough to take all these meetings alone
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| And you gon' speak on my behalf, 'cause you big smart
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| And over all of that you got a big heart
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| One day you gon' have your own family to kick start
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| And you gon' be the one behind the wheel
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| With your babies in the backseat
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| Kickin' 'em that real life shit, yeah» |