Boom Bap
Let me take you back to a time not long ago
I was never smart in school never made the honor roll
I was fucking up in the class teacher say you gotta go
Ah shit they kicked me out of school can't let my momma know
Got damn I always knew I was a fuck up
Daddy wasn't round much but he showed me tough love
Turned 18 around the time I had my first child
No job only knew to sell dope an go rob
Ain't have no money in my pockets I was flat broke
Drop it in a pot heat it up boi I'm that dope
My name getting mentioned I'm the nigga that they ask for
Don't think I'm sweet good dude but do you bad tho
No apron on but Im cooking in the lab bro
Fuck a foreign car you can catch me in a slab hoe
Pouring up that drank an I'm jamming out to big moe
Yeah I'm 5'11 but got heart like I'm 6'4
Mischievous crooks I'm running with thief's
We out on the block we hustle for cheese
I wreck on the mic I know ima beast
I See my competition an I'm ready to feast
Mischievous crooks I'm running with thief's
We out on the block we hustle for cheese
I wreck on the mic I know ima beast
I See my competition an I'm ready to feast
You know what they say you a nobody till somebody kills you
An let me tell you why I don't believe in that phrase
Cause ima father understand me
You can be the biggest toughest mothafucka on these tracks
But if them kids don't know daddy from the character you portray
Then you failed as a father
I was never smart in school never made the honor roll
I was fucking up in the class teacher say you gotta go
Ah shit they kicked me out of school can't let my momma know
Got damn I always knew I was a fuck up
Daddy wasn't round much but he showed me tough love
Turned 18 around the time I had my first child
No job only knew to sell dope an go rob
Ain't have no money in my pockets I was flat broke
Drop it in a pot heat it up boi I'm that dope
My name getting mentioned I'm the nigga that they ask for
Don't think I'm sweet good dude but do you bad tho
No apron on but Im cooking in the lab bro
Fuck a foreign car you can catch me in a slab hoe
Pouring up that drank an I'm jamming out to big moe
Yeah I'm 5'11 but got heart like I'm 6'4
Mischievous crooks I'm running with thief's
We out on the block we hustle for cheese
I wreck on the mic I know ima beast
I See my competition an I'm ready to feast
Mischievous crooks I'm running with thief's
We out on the block we hustle for cheese
I wreck on the mic I know ima beast
I See my competition an I'm ready to feast
You know what they say you a nobody till somebody kills you
An let me tell you why I don't believe in that phrase
Cause ima father understand me
You can be the biggest toughest mothafucka on these tracks
But if them kids don't know daddy from the character you portray
Then you failed as a father
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Writer(s): Rashad Avery
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