, nothing was mine I started with the crimes, I crossed the line God gave me a sign, so I started writing rhymes Chill Daddy: What a life? It's hell sometimes Struggle
Prijevod: Chill tata. Borba.
so the realest can feel How I felt right before I bust that steel Rappin' 'bout my life of skrill And the everyday struggles of a nigga in the chill
head/ Left him deader than a doorknob/ Chose to rob/ He should have got a muthaf****n job/ His kids left without a pops/ Cuz he got shot/ His mama struggle
test, it's a big ol' mess My money stay getting bigger, even when I'm in jail My name C lil' daddy, that mean you better chill My life, my life, my
toe to the 9-8 As we Dip Da through the 9-7 As we tip toe to the 9-8 Come here, momma don't cry No we don't need my daddy no more Old alcoholic insecure
done done time, I done lived in group homes I been on the third floor of hospitals I mean it's just been a struggle for me But now I'm on top you know
the realest can feel How I felt right before I bust that steel Rappin' about my life of screel And the everyday struggles of a playa in the chill Come
and senseless killing The colour of the dollar and the shaking of the shilling As you say go buss a head certain man willing Third class fight the struggle and first class chilling
a test, it's a big ol' mess My money stay getting bigger, even when I'm in jail My name C lil' daddy, that mean you better chill [Hook: x2] My life...
lookin around the world, my temporary city, it makes my heart hurt. Feelin the struggles of my brothers, it takes some hard work. Bein raised by single mothers, the case was caught first. And they got daddy
you see), is the ice and the cars (is what you get), a black man with stars (what you see), is the fortune and the fame (is what you get), another struggle
more for your kids and the much y'all was tight They both they real daddy's did for em in all of they life But from the day you had his child you was
-8 As we dip da through the 9-7 As we tip toe to the 9-8 Daddy you trippin Come here momma Momma don't cry No we don't need my daddy no more Old alcoholic
his greens cheese, to God struggled apart Dump his main squeeze, you know why she bugging him a lot Over petty things, like why we never go chill at
me y'all Rock with me y'all Rock rock rock with me y'all Bars Of Death y'all 7L y'all ES y'all c'mon c'mon [Esoteric] Chill chill I got this I'ma take
talk about my structure, how I punish motherfuckers Punchin' lines without no knuckles, cock back blucka blucka Gyeah, and I'm just getting started, but I'm struggling
