Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Daddy , by - Plies. Song from the album Da Last Real N*gga Left 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.12.2014
Record label: Plies
Song language: English
Daddy |
| I remember somebody asked me |
| If I think my life would of been different |
| If I would of had my daddy in my life |
| I thought about it for a minute |
| And then shit |
| I probably wouldn’t ever be shit if I had my daddy |
| The only reason I say that |
| Cuz without my daddy |
| I had to get out here and get it |
| I probably wouldn’t be shit if I had my daddy |
| My daddy, my daddy |
| If I had my daddy, my daddy |
| I probably wouldn’t be shit if I had my daddy |
| My daddy, my daddy |
| If I had my daddy, my daddy |
| I probably wouldn’t be shit if I had my daddy |
| Probably wouldn’t have saw before |
| Probably wouldn’t even know how to grind |
| Probably would of still been on the porch |
| Probably would of had a sheltered life |
| Bitch I had to go and get it |
| Had nobody hold my hand |
| Nigga I had to scrap for it |
| Same shit made me a man |
| Soon as my daddy left |
| Had to grow up fast |
| Couldn’t run to him for help |
| Had to get up off my ass |
| Had to get down in these trenches |
| Had to come up with a plan |
| Had to start making power moves |
| Nigga had to get some cash |
| Had to get my hands dirty |
| No more of that pretty shit |
| Nigga had to man up |
| Couldn’t ask my momma for shit |
| Dad I still fuck with him |
| Ain’t mad at him at all |
| Did what he had to do |
| I did what I had to dawg |
| Momma was on E |
| Daddy was on dope |
| Brother was in the streets |
| I was just learning the ropes |
| Got tired of hearing no |
| Trying to hear yes sometimes |
| Got tired of begging people |
| Shit had to go for mine |
| Wasn’t there for school plays |
| Wasn’t there for graduation |
| Wasn’t there to pay rent |
| Wasn’t there for conversation |
| Add up my moves nigga |
| Use em for motivation |
| Out here head first |
| No time for contemplating |
| Know niggas that had dads |
| They couldn’t make it on their own |
| Know niggas without one |
| Grind like they fuckin grown |
| Come out they fold nigga |
| Back up against the wall |
| Tired of meeting them ceilings nigga |
| Had to make em my own |
| I just look at it like that (that's how I look at it) |
| I feel sometimes blessing in disguise, know what I’m sayin' |
| And it don’t mean I don’t fuck wit my ol' boy |
| It’s just |
| A nigga that ain’t got their daddy |
| There’s the whole |
| Make a nigga grow up fast, know what I’m sayin' |
| Lot of shit I wouldn’t of known, lot of shit I would of never learned |
| If I had a nigga to hold my hand, know what I’m sayin' |
| When a nigga gotta go out here and get it |
| All bets off |
| Nigga can’t cry about it, nigga just gonna have to go and get it |