Lame
Dope jockey don't take no request
Came Str8OffDaBoat
My daddy come from Edgewood
And bitch I'm from mechanics Ville
We lived that close up to each other never seen his ass for real
Mama say we lost touch
But that's some bullshit for real
Cause if he wanna see me
Could've drove his ass up to the Ville
Swear to god niggas lame
How you leave yo child hurting
Nigga I was 3 years old and only seen my mama working
Ain never seen his face
Don't know how the fuck he look
Glad I look just like my mama
Ion wanna share his looks
Wanna call you a bitch but I'll just call you deadbeat
I put it in my head few years ago that you was dead to me
And I know when mama hear this shit she gone be mad at me
Saying why you do that
Had to put his ass on front street
Cause how you know you got a child
And never think to see her ass
How the fuck your do that bruh can't call yourself no fuckin man
Taking care of yo other kids
I found out it's a lot of them
Found my bro on Facebook
He said you got to meet all of them
See he was psyched out
Didn't know he had another sister
Told me all about your ass and told me bout my other sisters
Told me pull up to the hood day I wanna kick it with you
Told me you can meet our pops
The fam gone be fuckin with you
And he gave me yo number
Called that shit 100 times
Even left a voicemail
That shit must've blew yo mind
Cause I said pops this yo daughter lock my number in
You probably blocked that shit so you can never see me call again
(Lame)
You a lame nigga
(Lame)
And I don't need you
(Lame)
You the one who missing out
(Lame)
Yo daughter the fuckin truth
(No cap)
Ima let you hear it again
(Uh huh)
Yo daughter the fuckin truth
And ion need no phone calls when you see the fuckin proof
I took my first steps you wasn't here pop
(You wasn't here pop)
Made it all the way through school you wasn't here pop
(You wasn't here pop)
Got up on that stage you wasn't here pop
(You wasn't here pop)
I gave the love I had for you over to hip hop
(To hip hop)
I took my first steps you wasn't here pop
Made it all the way through school you wasn't here pop
Got up on that stage you wasn't here pop
I gave the love I had for you over to hip hop
(To hip hop)
Came Str8OffDaBoat
My daddy come from Edgewood
And bitch I'm from mechanics Ville
We lived that close up to each other never seen his ass for real
Mama say we lost touch
But that's some bullshit for real
Cause if he wanna see me
Could've drove his ass up to the Ville
Swear to god niggas lame
How you leave yo child hurting
Nigga I was 3 years old and only seen my mama working
Ain never seen his face
Don't know how the fuck he look
Glad I look just like my mama
Ion wanna share his looks
Wanna call you a bitch but I'll just call you deadbeat
I put it in my head few years ago that you was dead to me
And I know when mama hear this shit she gone be mad at me
Saying why you do that
Had to put his ass on front street
Cause how you know you got a child
And never think to see her ass
How the fuck your do that bruh can't call yourself no fuckin man
Taking care of yo other kids
I found out it's a lot of them
Found my bro on Facebook
He said you got to meet all of them
See he was psyched out
Didn't know he had another sister
Told me all about your ass and told me bout my other sisters
Told me pull up to the hood day I wanna kick it with you
Told me you can meet our pops
The fam gone be fuckin with you
And he gave me yo number
Called that shit 100 times
Even left a voicemail
That shit must've blew yo mind
Cause I said pops this yo daughter lock my number in
You probably blocked that shit so you can never see me call again
(Lame)
You a lame nigga
(Lame)
And I don't need you
(Lame)
You the one who missing out
(Lame)
Yo daughter the fuckin truth
(No cap)
Ima let you hear it again
(Uh huh)
Yo daughter the fuckin truth
And ion need no phone calls when you see the fuckin proof
I took my first steps you wasn't here pop
(You wasn't here pop)
Made it all the way through school you wasn't here pop
(You wasn't here pop)
Got up on that stage you wasn't here pop
(You wasn't here pop)
I gave the love I had for you over to hip hop
(To hip hop)
I took my first steps you wasn't here pop
Made it all the way through school you wasn't here pop
Got up on that stage you wasn't here pop
I gave the love I had for you over to hip hop
(To hip hop)
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Writer(s): Bria Watson
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