What if I don't care what nobody asked me?
What if I still played the corner and clapped heat?
What if I still pimped my girl cause I had to?
Would I be the same dad my kids look up to?
(But what if they don't care?)
Then I have no reason to breathe and these liq's and this weed
Is gon' take my troubles away, it's gon' take my trouble away away away

I wake up in a daze, trapped in a maze
Tryna be a good dad and still rap on that stage
Perhaps I've been plagued for acting insane
The packs I flipped, gats I gripped, slapped my bitch man
Had my how on point like a toothpick
But I was abusive, they labeled me ruthless
It's eye for an eye, I monitor your soul
The part of you that's faithless is the side that I control
48 laws and not one is gods own
But I got to get this money and the streets is all I know
Fuck you if you're hungry
I got to feed my fam first
And fuck you if you're eating
It's you who I would blam first
But for now things are looking up or so it seems
I got my little deal my little family little dreams
But the way I'm in the streets all day
They might just take me away
Or put a bullet in my head fore' I squeeze first...

What if I don't care what nobody asked me?
What if I still played the corner and clapped heat?
What if I still pimped my girl cause I had to?
Would I be the same dad my kids look up to?
(But what if they don't care?)
Then I have no reason to breathe and these liq's and this weed
Is gon' take my troubles away, it's gon' take my trouble away away away

What a difference one day could make
I was broke yesterday now I'm running from Jake
You was dope yesterday so why you holding your face?
I been official since a lil' nigga spitting on tape
When my team hit the block the whole perimeter shake
Go in the crib dudes out only the bitties could stay
I been through the breaks out of state hustling weight
While you was in your crib selling nicks fucking up cake
I been in many chicks, henny twist, pennies to bricks
I hit up many cliques, semi's spit, peddling piff, ahhhh
Selling my girls body at coke parties
Too busy to take a shot G throw up a toast for me
Them niggas that I roll with go up and close for me
With the colt 40 and bloaw - the end of your story
At least your shorty was getting that bread for me
At least your story is better than no story nigga

What if I don't care what nobody asked me?
What if I still played the corner and clapped heat?
What if I still pimped my girl cause I had to?
Would I be the same dad my kids look up to?
(But what if they don't care?)
Then I have no reason to breathe and these liq's and this weed
Is gon' take my troubles away, it's gon' take my trouble away away away
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