Rolling Stone
I grew up on the West side
A couple sisters but I'm pimpin just to get by
My daddy was a rolling stone he left us in a bind
But its alright I'll be a better father when it's time
Then like dat I get some news before I blink my eyes
This girl telling me she late but ion think it's mine
When he come out I need a DNA cus shawty lying
9 months we take the test it say I'm 99 point 9 percent the father guess I'll get to trying
Got lil buddy at the crib while I be servin dimes
I got a shotty by the door if shit get outta line
And got some pussy coming in and out like all the time
And ion think he gon remember shidd but he'll be fine
I grew up in it so I know he won't be far behind
Then out the blue I have a daughter fore my son 5
And get the urge to disappear on nem and stop trying
Fast forward now my son go visit my mom
Lemme try to call this boy give a piece of my mind
Cus every time he back in town he never hit my line
I gotta make it right shit that ain't a crime
I see nothing wrong wit it
I know it hurt that I was never there
I know you probably think I never cared
All the moments that we never shared
It's something that I can't repair
If ion get a second chance that's fair
But I been working on myself I swear
I went and got a real job
No longer pimpin or tied to the mob
But I'm still wit it if nigga try
You know west side
And screaming Bankhead till I die
You moved out to the South side
Then east side and back to the south I know you hella tired
I see it in yo eyes
I ain't gon lie it's been a lot of nights I start to cry
Then stop myself and drown my pain in bottles of wine
Or something stronger don't prolong a relationship with me
My eldest son you number 1 you were destined for many
Great things you went to college no more pinching pennies
We need them big bucks, Lamborghini trucks and Bentley's
Hol up wait yo cousin showed me yo lil mixtape
You tryna air out all my business bout my back pay??
Nigga you grown, I'd rather spend it on my new bae
And focus on my younger daughter who appreciate
The fact that I been out here trying just to be great
But you gon notice what you missing when I'm in the grave
But it's okay I get it tho I'll get up out yo way
No need to call cus we don't know each other anyway
And I see nothing wrong wit it
A couple sisters but I'm pimpin just to get by
My daddy was a rolling stone he left us in a bind
But its alright I'll be a better father when it's time
Then like dat I get some news before I blink my eyes
This girl telling me she late but ion think it's mine
When he come out I need a DNA cus shawty lying
9 months we take the test it say I'm 99 point 9 percent the father guess I'll get to trying
Got lil buddy at the crib while I be servin dimes
I got a shotty by the door if shit get outta line
And got some pussy coming in and out like all the time
And ion think he gon remember shidd but he'll be fine
I grew up in it so I know he won't be far behind
Then out the blue I have a daughter fore my son 5
And get the urge to disappear on nem and stop trying
Fast forward now my son go visit my mom
Lemme try to call this boy give a piece of my mind
Cus every time he back in town he never hit my line
I gotta make it right shit that ain't a crime
I see nothing wrong wit it
I know it hurt that I was never there
I know you probably think I never cared
All the moments that we never shared
It's something that I can't repair
If ion get a second chance that's fair
But I been working on myself I swear
I went and got a real job
No longer pimpin or tied to the mob
But I'm still wit it if nigga try
You know west side
And screaming Bankhead till I die
You moved out to the South side
Then east side and back to the south I know you hella tired
I see it in yo eyes
I ain't gon lie it's been a lot of nights I start to cry
Then stop myself and drown my pain in bottles of wine
Or something stronger don't prolong a relationship with me
My eldest son you number 1 you were destined for many
Great things you went to college no more pinching pennies
We need them big bucks, Lamborghini trucks and Bentley's
Hol up wait yo cousin showed me yo lil mixtape
You tryna air out all my business bout my back pay??
Nigga you grown, I'd rather spend it on my new bae
And focus on my younger daughter who appreciate
The fact that I been out here trying just to be great
But you gon notice what you missing when I'm in the grave
But it's okay I get it tho I'll get up out yo way
No need to call cus we don't know each other anyway
And I see nothing wrong wit it
Credits
Writer(s): Anders Mikael Grahn, John David Patrick Humphrey, Daniel Skye
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Poor Decisions, Good Intentions 3
- Chiliboat
- Everything Is Not Okay II
- Chroma ORANGE: Vince Young/Car Confessions
- Chroma BLUE: Cut Your Losses/Role Model Freestyle
- Chroma GREEN: Dirty Dan/As I Am
- Chroma RED: Leg Room/Know Better
- Sister, Sister
- Winter Must Be Early
- Poor Decisions, Good Intentions 2 (Deluxe)
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