Baby Mama Drama

Lyrics

What the fuck is this? Child support papers? What? Chorus: You didn't have to file on me, you turned my child on me Why you have to lie on me? You turned my child on me Daz: As I lay myself to sleep at night I pray the lord my soul to keep, so I can try to do right There's no one else that I can turn to I'm asking a favor, oh just once Oh Jesus Christ, lord I'm asking you Came to this world a young baby, knowing life is crazy Promise to lead the righteous life of the path of my babies Watch the clouds spread, and it sheds my heart My relationship fell apart Don't know where it ended, sure can tell you just How it started She filed child support, and it's really cold hearted I've been taking care of you and the kid, all of my life Mad at me cause I wouldn't make you my wife I've done a lot of crazy things in my days Killing to get that rep and name, robbing just to get paid Now how much more can I bear, and I explode inside Still asking myself why... Chorus "Lil" C-Style: I'm like "what, child support?" Man, who ever thought I would be getting filed on? Uh, you know what I'm saying? Do gangsters get filed on child support? Hell yeah they do I got filed on, I ain't the only one out the crew Uh, child support, have I got something for 'em, uh? I, I, I, I walk by faith, and not by sight Living day by day, praying night after night Cause I sin so much, so much lust lust lust And every pretty girl I see, I wanna touch touch touch You think I'm doing too much or what? I'm dating the preacher's daughter, and getting her tore up And every time she drinks she gets drunk and throws up If I'm on the spot, you know she's serving my yola Look in her best, from the back bent over Now she's eight months, got me buying me baby clothes and a stroller Writing her lawyer, talking 'bout how I owe her Wrote him back, "I can't do a damn thing for ya" All I can do, is just take care of my daughter Thirty days later I got a court order She filed on me, cold game, she filed on me, uh Chorus Daz: Now I'm sitting in court as she's trying to get everything From my house to my cars and my gold rings Trying to drain a brother just like Drāno You know, the same old Situation's occurred, got me sitting on the curb Smoking a bomb joint, trying to pull my point Every night I hit the marijuana, thinking it'll take away the pain Wake up the next morning, and finished it the same Big Pimpin DeLemond: I did so much, to get so little Paid more than the court even asked of me But loving no more, not even a parlay? And you want me to pay? It's not like it's for my baby, it's more like for you and your nigga Why you have to lie on me, and turn my child on me? Chorus (3 times)