Spent the night in the quiet zone
My old man won’t answer the phone
Telling Mom I was on my own
Hotel people at the door
Then he wonder why I got a habit
Cutting up like a Savage
I won’t buy a gun
Not to have it
I don’t need your love
I never had it
Just another father
With baggage
I sold my first package
Because you asked me
I couldn’t do fronts
So don’t ask me
When the other kids went to school
I was doing drop offs
With you
In the back seat with the tool
Since you were my dad
I had a lot to prove
Watching stop lights for the police
We were barely home
We dwelled in the streets
Taking offers that my siblings didn’t see
Doing big deals
Minus the tax fee
Now I’m on my own
Keeping low key
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