| I spent 23 years trying to be what you wanted me to be
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| Though it seemed like you couldn’t save me
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| 'Til I picked up the mic and I was on the TV
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| Now you’re ringing off my phone like every week
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| Where were you at 6, 7, 11 and 13
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| When shit was impossible
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| Mama left nine months pregnant
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| But she came home alone from the hospital
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| How could you call yourself a man
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| If you can’t love your own unless you can control them
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| You’d rather destroy their souls and she was 13 years old
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| And you could’ve protected the innocence from being stolen
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| And I don’t give a damn what you was going through
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| When mama wasn’t able to put food on the table
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| You left the family unstable
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| Now you come around acting like you want some kind of appraisal
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| You can’t play like you daddy now
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| And you can’t claim shit 'cause you weren’t around
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| And you can’t get mad but what can you do?
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| You can’t tell me shit, I’m grown without you
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| I spent 23 years trying to be the fucking man you should be
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| Taking care of your responsibility
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| Putting clothes on our back and shoes on our feet, no help
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| But you always had your bag of weed
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| Where were you at 12, 13, 14 and 15
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| When life was unliveable, momma was so damn angry
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| The way she treated me was unforgivable
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| You call yourself a man, your oldest son
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| He had to learn from his sister how to put a nigger’s fist up
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| How to fuck a nigger’s shit up and knock out any motherfucker
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| That had come and tried to diss us
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| And I don’t give a damn what you was going through
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| And I needed saving, I spent my every second blazing
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| A little girl with a blade and trying to fuck up
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| And take my life just wanted to dig my grave and
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| You can’t play like you daddy now
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| And you can’t claim shit 'cause you weren’t around
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| And you can’t get mad but what can you do?
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| (Now what you gonna do?)
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| You can’t tell me shit, I’m grown without you
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| You can’t play like you daddy now
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| And you can’t claim shit 'cause you weren’t around
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| And you can’t get mad but what can you do?
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| (You can’t do a damn thing)
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| You can’t tell me shit, I’m grown without you
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| I’m grown without you, I’ve grown without you
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| Can’t, can’t come and come and tell me, do not |