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My daddy told me
To watch the things I say and do
Cause most people ain't ya friend
And the other half just can't be true
NO life ain't fair baby
Gotta go what you gotta do
Mouth closed and eyes open
Ride for those that ride for you

Daddy said listen Killa
I ain't raising no weak bitches
Punch a bitch in the mouth if she sneak dissing
Need bread whip it up, this is your kitchen
Get your own bag
You're a Queen baby
So you know there ain't no ass kissing
Man's down
Don't be greedy split ya last wit'em
Drama calls right or wrong
Grab ya gat cause you know you gotta blast wit'em
Feds come never snitch steadfast on em
Mouth shut, hit court
TayK do the race
Then y'all dash on'em
Any body touch ya brothers better mash on em
Now a days every bitch gotta as on'em
But how many of these chick's got some class on'em
You my daughter
F*ck a hoe in distress
Baby imma OG
Don't make me break no necks
Catch life on my 3rd offense
Cause his mama ain't heard him since
Since you lacked in sense
Undertaker toe tagging him
Bodybag for him, too bad for him
Cause your heart can't have no dents
Shit slow and If So
Imma f*ck around and grab my pistol

My daddy told me
To watch the things I say and do
Cause most people ain't ya friend
And the other half just can't be true
NO life ain't fair baby
Gotta go what you gotta do
Mouth closed and eyes open
Ride for those that ride for you
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My daddy told me
To watch the things I say and do
Cause most people ain't ya friend
And the other half just can't be true
NO life ain't fair baby
Gotta go what you gotta do
Mouth closed and eyes open
Ride for those that ride for you

Daddy said listen Killa
I ain't raising no weak bitches
Punch a bitch in the mouth if she sneak dissing
Need bread whip it up, this is your kitchen
Get your own bag
You're a Queen baby
So you know there ain't no ass kissing
Man's down
Don't be greedy split ya last wit'em
Drama calls right or wrong
Grab ya gat cause you know you gotta blast wit'em
Feds come never snitch steadfast on em
Mouth shut, hit court
TayK do the race
Then y'all dash on'em
Any body touch ya brothers better mash on em
Now a days every bitch gotta as on'em
But how many of these chick's got some class on'em
You my daughter
F*ck a hoe in distress
Baby imma OG
Don't make me break no necks
Catch life on my 3rd offense
Cause his mama ain't heard him since
Since you lacked in sense
Undertaker toe tagging him
Bodybag for him, too bad for him
Cause your heart can't have no dents
Shit slow and If So
Imma f*ck around and grab my pistol

My daddy told me
To watch the things I say and do
Cause most people ain't ya friend
And the other half just can't be true
NO life ain't fair baby
Gotta go what you gotta do
Mouth closed and eyes open
Ride for those that ride for you
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Writer: Lenin Aviles, Shacquia Romollie
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