He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam No matter how big or tall he made me fight you like a man Watch me crawl till I took my first step, to the first grade My moms pregnant shock to death but stayed That daddy was leaving the crib and moms lovePapa was player, player wasn't papaĭon't tell your mother what's going downSo many kids I knew, never knew what Pap was When she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the window heedingīigger things that we knew what the time was Mama was either home, at work, while we played inside the hall way Night after night, fighting yelling at each other My moms would put us to bed and she would wait on ![]() ![]() My pops maybe was late but always came home Taught us right NiggaMy old dad imported to the family structure
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