DADDY lyrics

by

Hak7m Faraji.


(Verse 1)

Daddy let me tell you bout the truth I be a peace of sh*t
I can't snort this sh*t away I might just push my grave ahead
Everybody say they miss when I was acting like a b*tch
Now that I can beat they ass they act like we ain't f*cking cool

Tired of people telling me that I should make the same sh*t
b*tch I lost a baby and four homies in the same month
Stop asking me why the f*ck I'm p*ssed when I be making songs
You ain't getting help then shut the f*ck up in the studio

I been smoking so much n*gga I might f*cking lose my lungs
I ain't got no homies I can vent to cause they bite they tongue
I just want these voices in my head to mother f*cking stop
Residue upon my jacket in this empty parking lot

In my time of need I had nobody but my f*cking self
n*ggas, Cops and Whites they hate me altogether whats the point
Once I'm off probation I might buy this cannon for myself
Can't nobody ride with me I bought for my f*cking self

(Hook)
Get that cadillac
They'll remember that
Bring it back
You can't tell me sh*t

Get up off my di*k
You still a b*tch
Who you with
Imma daddy's boy

It ain't hard to tell
Oh f*cking well
Oh f*cking well (x2)

(Verse 2)

I had some homies they was with me now
Them mother f*ckers dead and gone
I shoulda stayed inside
Instead they got caught they lost they life

PTSD in this jeep got nightmares even when not sleep
Had to catch a zip today we kicking doors for 24s
I was just a baby all my homies they was twenty six
It's a mental slavery we call ghetto f*ck a Willie Lynch

Reason that I wanna see it burn cause it ain't good for us
I feel if we get this sh*t together we can rise above

(Hook)
Get that cadillac
They'll remember that
Bring it back
You can't tell me sh*t

Get up off my di*k
You still a b*tch
Who you with
Imma daddy's boy

It ain't hard to tell
Oh f*cking well
Oh f*cking well (x2)

(Ending)

Ya'll ain't hearing me though
Folks die everyday People die everyday
An here I am watching Gundam hearing gunshots that's not even there
Folks think this sh*t a game
Half the time we stunt cause that's all we gotta look forward to
Get your money and stop f*cking playing
Even then the money don't even matter
f*ck outta my face

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