Baby your father's a dark poet
He's lost it, he's not normal
He tosses & turns while you're asleep
Cus he's still a no one
He's knows that there's not a single soul
That can outflow him
But he loathes the fact the colder he gets
So does that shoulder
Wait listen, it's a story to be told
Resilience, a goal seeking,
Cold & weakened soul
I was flow seeking even
When that's what I was sleeping on
The single thing I peeped is even when beaten
The beat goes on
So da da, dada da bitch I still march,
I'll drop this 9-5 & stuff 9/5s n this pill jar
I'll line your top 5 up, slap 'em all & then kill 1
They told me that the road
That I chose is 1 in a million
I said that's not a problem momma
I swear to God that I love all 'em
But out of all my cousins, sis & brothers
No one want this how I want it
That ain't shots that shit facts
You can call it how you wanna
Damn Devil in my ear w/ some alright advice
So f*ck it,
Sick of the people that do & say the upmost
Fake shit but be acting real
Sick of the niggas that rather go ghost
Too pussy to say how they actually feel
Sick of these grown folks acting like children
Sick of these unknown rappers, I'll kill 'em
Sick of hearing that I'm wasting my time
And the way that I rhyme has no mass appeal
She offered me everything I'd ever need and
Each hand she held out held a different pill
I took it, shook it, looked her in the eye
And went to say we had deal
She put her finger to my lips
And said 'you had me at I will'
I guess I'll make room in the Wraith
Cus I know her friends are a package deal
She said can we drop the top on the Wraith
To make space for her friends
While they talk about the way
Their baby daddy's ain't shit
But baby girl you know
You're well on your way to getting flipped
That just sound wrong
I can't stand a lil chose bitch
I can't trust, I'm broken
My heart black, black roses
Dig her up a grave outside
Got a bouquet of shovels for the hoe
Dear failure, your daughter's a tad soulless
Ain't this lil hoe come from you ?
So how could you not know her ?
How you sleep at night knowing
Countless niggas just plow through her ?
I dead beats,
I'll leave the being a deadbeat dad for you
Sheesh, see it's the real questions
That get 'em shifting & adjusting
Right where they sit & they'll start feel restless,
Shit maybe my situation
Is heaven, a real blessing
Or maybe you pieces of shit
Folded the minute you felt real pressure
But we ain't talking about me though
Mines has a father, don't need or want
We talking about the reason why
Your daughter's dubbed a 304
We talking about why did you leave
Before you even got to know her
We talking about why she on her knees
To meet ends meet & thinks no one loves her
Now she's beyond in way too deep
And the nigga she's calling daddy owns her
Her father never stood on business
Now she's standing on this corner
I hope the life you chose to live
Was really worth forgetting her
No one ever taught her love
Until she met a predator
She told me drop the top
To make some space for her home girls
I don't know if these are
Her friends or her co-workers
Fatherless activities,
Thank god he wasn't there for her
Cus the whole squad just got a night
We won't forget for us
A sick ass cycle, were involuntarily here for it
Pain behind that phony ass laugh,
But no one hears shawty
A sick world, we'll say we'll change it
But all we do is live on it
You abandoned this lil bitch
Now she up in the whip all like
Can we drop the top on the Wraith
To make space for her friends
While they talk about the way
Their baby daddy's ain't shit
But baby girl you know
You're well on your way to getting flipped
That just sound wrong
I can't stand a lil chose bitch
I can't trust, I'm broken
My heart black, black roses
Dig her up a grave outside
Got a bouquet
She said can we drop the top on the Wraith
To make space for her friends
While they talk about the way
Their baby daddy's ain't shit
But baby girl you know
You're well on your way to getting flipped
That just sound wrong
I can't stand a lil chose bitch
I can't trust, I'm broken
My heart black, black roses
Dig her up a grave outside
Got a bouquet of shovels for the hoe
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English
Baby your father's a dark poet
He's lost it, he's not normal
He tosses & turns while you're asleep
Cus he's still a no one
He's knows that there's not a single soul
That can outflow him
But he loathes the fact the colder he gets
So does that shoulder
Wait listen, it's a story to be told
Resilience, a goal seeking,
Cold & weakened soul
I was flow seeking even
When that's what I was sleeping on
The single thing I peeped is even when beaten
The beat goes on
So da da, dada da bitch I still march,
I'll drop this 9-5 & stuff 9/5s n this pill jar
I'll line your top 5 up, slap 'em all & then kill 1
They told me that the road
That I chose is 1 in a million
I said that's not a problem momma
I swear to God that I love all 'em
But out of all my cousins, sis & brothers
No one want this how I want it
That ain't shots that shit facts
You can call it how you wanna
Damn Devil in my ear w/ some alright advice
So f*ck it,
Sick of the people that do & say the upmost
Fake shit but be acting real
Sick of the niggas that rather go ghost
Too pussy to say how they actually feel
Sick of these grown folks acting like children
Sick of these unknown rappers, I'll kill 'em
Sick of hearing that I'm wasting my time
And the way that I rhyme has no mass appeal
She offered me everything I'd ever need and
Each hand she held out held a different pill
I took it, shook it, looked her in the eye
And went to say we had deal
She put her finger to my lips
And said 'you had me at I will'
I guess I'll make room in the Wraith
Cus I know her friends are a package deal
She said can we drop the top on the Wraith
To make space for her friends
While they talk about the way
Their baby daddy's ain't shit
But baby girl you know
You're well on your way to getting flipped
That just sound wrong
I can't stand a lil chose bitch
I can't trust, I'm broken
My heart black, black roses
Dig her up a grave outside
Got a bouquet of shovels for the hoe
Dear failure, your daughter's a tad soulless
Ain't this lil hoe come from you ?
So how could you not know her ?
How you sleep at night knowing
Countless niggas just plow through her ?
I dead beats,
I'll leave the being a deadbeat dad for you
Sheesh, see it's the real questions
That get 'em shifting & adjusting
Right where they sit & they'll start feel restless,
Shit maybe my situation
Is heaven, a real blessing
Or maybe you pieces of shit
Folded the minute you felt real pressure
But we ain't talking about me though
Mines has a father, don't need or want
We talking about the reason why
Your daughter's dubbed a 304
We talking about why did you leave
Before you even got to know her
We talking about why she on her knees
To meet ends meet & thinks no one loves her
Now she's beyond in way too deep
And the nigga she's calling daddy owns her
Her father never stood on business
Now she's standing on this corner
I hope the life you chose to live
Was really worth forgetting her
No one ever taught her love
Until she met a predator
She told me drop the top
To make some space for her home girls
I don't know if these are
Her friends or her co-workers
Fatherless activities,
Thank god he wasn't there for her
Cus the whole squad just got a night
We won't forget for us
A sick ass cycle, were involuntarily here for it
Pain behind that phony ass laugh,
But no one hears shawty
A sick world, we'll say we'll change it
But all we do is live on it
You abandoned this lil bitch
Now she up in the whip all like
Can we drop the top on the Wraith
To make space for her friends
While they talk about the way
Their baby daddy's ain't shit
But baby girl you know
You're well on your way to getting flipped
That just sound wrong
I can't stand a lil chose bitch
I can't trust, I'm broken
My heart black, black roses
Dig her up a grave outside
Got a bouquet
She said can we drop the top on the Wraith
To make space for her friends
While they talk about the way
Their baby daddy's ain't shit
But baby girl you know
You're well on your way to getting flipped
That just sound wrong
I can't stand a lil chose bitch
I can't trust, I'm broken
My heart black, black roses
Dig her up a grave outside
Got a bouquet of shovels for the hoe
He's lost it, he's not normal
He tosses & turns while you're asleep
Cus he's still a no one
He's knows that there's not a single soul
That can outflow him
But he loathes the fact the colder he gets
So does that shoulder
Wait listen, it's a story to be told
Resilience, a goal seeking,
Cold & weakened soul
I was flow seeking even
When that's what I was sleeping on
The single thing I peeped is even when beaten
The beat goes on
So da da, dada da bitch I still march,
I'll drop this 9-5 & stuff 9/5s n this pill jar
I'll line your top 5 up, slap 'em all & then kill 1
They told me that the road
That I chose is 1 in a million
I said that's not a problem momma
I swear to God that I love all 'em
But out of all my cousins, sis & brothers
No one want this how I want it
That ain't shots that shit facts
You can call it how you wanna
Damn Devil in my ear w/ some alright advice
So f*ck it,
Sick of the people that do & say the upmost
Fake shit but be acting real
Sick of the niggas that rather go ghost
Too pussy to say how they actually feel
Sick of these grown folks acting like children
Sick of these unknown rappers, I'll kill 'em
Sick of hearing that I'm wasting my time
And the way that I rhyme has no mass appeal
She offered me everything I'd ever need and
Each hand she held out held a different pill
I took it, shook it, looked her in the eye
And went to say we had deal
She put her finger to my lips
And said 'you had me at I will'
I guess I'll make room in the Wraith
Cus I know her friends are a package deal
She said can we drop the top on the Wraith
To make space for her friends
While they talk about the way
Their baby daddy's ain't shit
But baby girl you know
You're well on your way to getting flipped
That just sound wrong
I can't stand a lil chose bitch
I can't trust, I'm broken
My heart black, black roses
Dig her up a grave outside
Got a bouquet of shovels for the hoe
Dear failure, your daughter's a tad soulless
Ain't this lil hoe come from you ?
So how could you not know her ?
How you sleep at night knowing
Countless niggas just plow through her ?
I dead beats,
I'll leave the being a deadbeat dad for you
Sheesh, see it's the real questions
That get 'em shifting & adjusting
Right where they sit & they'll start feel restless,
Shit maybe my situation
Is heaven, a real blessing
Or maybe you pieces of shit
Folded the minute you felt real pressure
But we ain't talking about me though
Mines has a father, don't need or want
We talking about the reason why
Your daughter's dubbed a 304
We talking about why did you leave
Before you even got to know her
We talking about why she on her knees
To meet ends meet & thinks no one loves her
Now she's beyond in way too deep
And the nigga she's calling daddy owns her
Her father never stood on business
Now she's standing on this corner
I hope the life you chose to live
Was really worth forgetting her
No one ever taught her love
Until she met a predator
She told me drop the top
To make some space for her home girls
I don't know if these are
Her friends or her co-workers
Fatherless activities,
Thank god he wasn't there for her
Cus the whole squad just got a night
We won't forget for us
A sick ass cycle, were involuntarily here for it
Pain behind that phony ass laugh,
But no one hears shawty
A sick world, we'll say we'll change it
But all we do is live on it
You abandoned this lil bitch
Now she up in the whip all like
Can we drop the top on the Wraith
To make space for her friends
While they talk about the way
Their baby daddy's ain't shit
But baby girl you know
You're well on your way to getting flipped
That just sound wrong
I can't stand a lil chose bitch
I can't trust, I'm broken
My heart black, black roses
Dig her up a grave outside
Got a bouquet
She said can we drop the top on the Wraith
To make space for her friends
While they talk about the way
Their baby daddy's ain't shit
But baby girl you know
You're well on your way to getting flipped
That just sound wrong
I can't stand a lil chose bitch
I can't trust, I'm broken
My heart black, black roses
Dig her up a grave outside
Got a bouquet of shovels for the hoe
Writer: Khalil McClain
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC