Lyrics

[Hook: V-Dash] I Gotta Make A Choice I either do this Or have my kids look at me like daddy ain't shit I wanted to spend a lot more time but now I'm on the grind So later on down the line they can live Now if I flip sides who going fill the void Who going feed my girl, who going feed my boy That's what I thought that I gotta avoid Survive or be dry I gotta make a choice [Verse 1: V-Dash] Man nigga you ain't shit went to war came back on that same shit See your son everyday and don't play with him enough Fathers out there that don't see they children enough And you even got the nerve to stare and ice grill 'em Act like he a villain he ain't ask to be living Talk to him strict this ain't a federal prison You knew the consequences the minute you put your dick in Live with it nigga a father is an idol A mentor that's always by his side like a rifle Won't be satisfied till he no longer around you And when you try to reach out he don't wanna be round you Makes it even worse that you smoke and drink Buzzing like it ain't nothing what's he suppose to think Got a daughter on the way if this goes the same Might as well be a ghost to the souls you made [Hook: V-Dash] I Gotta Make A Choice I either do this Or have my kids look at me like daddy ain't shit I wanted to spend a lot more time but now I'm on the grind So later on down the line they can live Now if I flip sides who going fill the void Who going feed my girl, who going feed my boy That's what I thought that I gotta avoid Survive or be dry I gotta make a choice [Verse 2: V-Dash] Wow couldn't of said it any better Open up my eyes let me get my shit together First let my quit my job since I don't chill with him enough No food no clothes but he still got love No roof when it's cold so when he gets sick I can't take him to the doctor when he need that shit And since I'm so lenient he can raise himself Learn manner learn grammar and behave himself Use the potty make a bottle learn to bathe himself Right... Motherfucker you crazy as hell When I'm staring at my son then I'm looking at the future These kids can't even tie they shoes and they shootin' And I don't wanna talk about the baby sitter rooming Probably more familiar as a public school to ya Some teachers care feel bad for them truly Drowned out by the ones said they kids are a nuisance Think I'm going let these kids walk around stupid Know every damn song but can't write lyrics to 'em Everything costs from tuition to a tutor I'm talking grand money a month you gon' do it Or raise em a place where fiends is vein shooting Try to play in the park with bodies that ain't moving Don't know if they dead or clueless wanna move But the rent 2000 a month you gon' boot it I smoke I drink I'm wrong as hell Celebrating that made it without taking a shell I don't punch my kids I don't beat my wife I can go the room and make music and write No bullets breeze by when I sleep at night Not stopped by the cop off the stereotype Thank God I can say we gon' be alright So next time you wanna judge read me my rights [Hook: V-Dash] I Gotta Make A Choice I either do this Or have my kids look at me like daddy ain't shit I wanted to spend a lot more time but now I'm on the grind So later on down the line they can live Now if I flip sides who going fill the void Who going feed my girl, who going feed my boy That's what I thought that I gotta avoid Survive or be dry I gotta make a choice I Gotta Make A Choice